She came in like a thief in the night, discreetly after reaching a three she put up a horrific fight.
In the wee small hours of the morning she began hugging up closely to her other half, spotted through a plyboard knot hole she took the beach then she laugh.
She forcefully wrapped herself around her man, not caring who was in her path with no remorse because she can.
Running the inhabitants off his land, not even a life jacket couldn't save their pension plan.
Slapping him around everything God has established, was gradually disappearing and just simply vanished.
A family stranded on roof top, no one too rescue them not even a cop.
Eighteen hours on the roof of their home a couple with their son and daughter, surviving off a can of Pepsi and Top Ramen while friends of their lost there mother and father.
The waters are calm and silent in this narration, a catastrophe witness by many is there any question.
She leaves behind a reminder, a devastation with no arrest made because they won't be able find her.
Who will support them? Who will back their decisions? Afraid, the people at FEMA, a political set back while over a thousand die in the hands of Katrina.