n the dark fields
the night is silent
there is no sound
not even from 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 ***** 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
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
n the dark fields
the night is silent
there is no sound
not even from 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 ***** 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
