014. A Tornado Strikes

In the dark corn fields the night is dark there is no sound not even the tawny owl flitting through the trees Then like a child’s blizzards toy the swirling tornado forms the black shape grows increasing in strength It sucks up corn like a giant hoover then spits it out as if it tasted bad Then throwing trees like a child at play destroying the fence destroying the barns Cars like toys are thrown to the sound of smashing glass the lamp posts snap like wooden match sticks The tornado slows as though tired it then disappears the town can rest again