Wobble

 

A hurricane spins

Over sea and land

It reaches far

with a ghostly hand

Wave after wave

Disperses sea spray

Dampening the air

The day turns grey

It spins inland

Bringing unsettled air

Its ghostly hand

Strips the trees bare

Leaves and debris

Darken the sky

Blinding the hurricane’s

Ghostly eye

As it starts to wobble

Its gale winds die

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