Last Night's Visit....

last night's visit the long expected storm, that's it weeks before he'd be coming whole nation was expecting finally he came last night hard sounding, I was pretty amidst dreaming I heard some night birds their homes were wholly soaked they built nests upon my rest earliest morn I went through the backyard still asleep our homeguard, Wow! the streets full of soft tricky touching carpet looked like my own dear pet never lying down easily but moving constantly what a beauty, how sweet this scenery sight as if the world opened its window amazingly wide weeks long whole nation was expecting no cutest nightingales singing, but stormy weather visiting the street full of soft tricky touching carpet looked like my own dear pet the beautiful leaves still light- yellow, bit pale is this the work of last night's gale? full of soft tricky touching carpet like my own pet my lovely pet long time dead but the soft tricky touching carpet still here yet to say in my own way this cute carpet clearest weaved by my great friend dearest this trend do you comprehend....? © Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved Friday earliest morn 14 August 2020 at 5.55 hrs. A.M. Dutch Time