Gusts rattled the windows

Nature’s alarm clock at 3 a.m.

I lay there listening to the wind

As it howled over and around the house

A moan different from its own I heard

Was someone hurt?

How far away?

So many times, the mischievous wind

Has taken my words

Sailed them across the land

Sliced it way through forests

Rippled the waters

Perhaps this moan started hundreds of miles away

I waited with eyes closed

To hear words stolen

Would those words be of love?

Or anguish?

All I know is they wouldn’t stay in place

Long enough for me to hear

This Wind, this thief of words.

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