What is it dear one?
Why do you raise your ears so?
It takes but a few moments
To grasp what it was
That startled you so
My faithful one.
The house is breathing again
Now that the wind has died
My dear, no need to be anxious.
After three days of roaring turbulence
Silence is slowly returning to us.
Yes, what a relief
One can hear it, listen to it with delight
Hour after hour without fatigue
Go back to sleep, my dear
I'll continue my work on the page
There by your silent side.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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