The storm seemed
to run out of breath
rested on a roof a bit
and catching me
observing it
gathered itself up
found its second wind
and flew at me
in a fury.
It snatched my hat
and ran off with it
thinking it
was funny.
I didn’t think it was
funny.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-funny-for-lyn/
