Huricanes

Various noises bombard Jacks ears,

calling him out of a peaceful slumber,

tree leaves dancing on the garden lawns,

piccit fences runing like quivering frightened zebra's

xylophone like crashes of broken car windows,

with the fences hanging out,

The eye of the huricane

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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