The wind whispers across the night,
what to do when out of sight? Not so sure
not too bright. You think you can get away
with anything, in the night.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
The wind whispers across the night,
what to do when out of sight? Not so sure
not too bright. You think you can get away
with anything, in the night.