As a Thief

It comes as a thief in daylight
with sliver and wounds
a typhoon of dangerous intent

and havoc with its windy
breath --

it does not dribble across the
land

but whooshes its might in delight.

This is its domain---leaves
fleeing amid flight

buildings crumble and windows
break

neat rows of treetops quivering
in fright --

birds escaping
animals fleeing
people screaming

and it’s a King of destiny
a power within its own right.

© Richard L. Provencher