Wiley Sikes, Pittsboro, NC
"Which Way the Wind Blows"
Which way does the wind blow? Asked the cricket quietly
In a way that a dog requires vitally
And just hard enough to make the cracked window sing
So the cricket asks how does the wind sing?
Like a song to the birds who nest in the trees
But just hard enough to let them glide in the breeze
But then the cricket questions
But why do the humans fall to their knees?
Because they try to harness the breeze with machines
Trying to make energy clean
Yet they only succeed in clearing the meadows
Which is why the foxes live in the shadows
Then the cricket had an idea
When can the wind be sought out?
On days when shutters are pulled taut and not a soul is about
And on stormy nights when the wind is a fright
Loud and fast is how the wind blows till it's calm and slow
But then the cricket asks
How do you know?
For I am a Crow who knows how the wind blows
And although not full of glory
Next time you need a story
Tell of which way the wind blows