All is wrong today.
The birds, so loud yesterday at our feeder
have now found hiding spaces to keep dry through this storm.
The leaf flying sideways in the wind looks like a bird
until I notice it is not carried by wings.
The black squirrel shakes its fluffed up tail at the wind and rain.
It is inescapable, this storm.
We, you and I, must decide
if we will hold hands and watch the leaves rain down
or if, like the birds, we will find
a safe place to hide.