he clings to the old oak
#quailing w/ the storm's #fecundity of violence
thunderous reports, howling winds
the guillotine of frozen rain
then #silence
his eyes open warily
dry land, cloudless sky
drenched in sweat & onlooker's gazes
he slumps to the ground, anxiety abated
#vss365 #whistpr #crowcalls
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