Hurricane
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Today at the MindLoveMisery Menagerie we have Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille. The writing prompt is hurricane. Ominous clouds roll world is too still, too quiet. Sky turns weird, greenish. One bar stays open downtown — aptly serving ‘hurricanes.’
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Even the birds seemed to have moved out, taking the neighbor’s barking dogs with them. Revving engines, honking horns, squeaky brakes: silenced. Was school in session? Perhaps that explained the absence of basketballs bouncing against garage doors and shrieks of little girls playing. The magnolia trees’ subtle-sweet fragrance was the only trace of normalcy. How I loved
Ergo, the Ogre 