The wind is wild here
An untamed stallion
It will slam into you
Trample you down
All the while
Squealing and shrieking
Its equine call
It kicks up dust, leaves
And even tiny rocks
It scares great flocks
Of birds into the sky
Where they ebb and flow
Like schools of airborne fish
They dip and almost
Hit the ground
The stallion wind
Whips them with
Its flying tail
And they’re cast up
And flung until
They scatter
Their screeches
Echoing back
The voice
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