Day after
day he drifts through
Predictable
as the hands of a clock
Shadowy, cruel,
and tempered
He grumbles with
an eerie resonance
Hungry from
the journey
He strikes!
Then bellows
deep and wicked
For those unimpressed
by his repute
Who stand
boldly in his path
He throws an
unnerving tantrum
With a
marvelous announcement
He cries,
roars, swats, and harasses
His
agonistic aura unwelcome
He sulks off
down the road
Soon to
return on tomorrows winds
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