Batten down the hatches
Lock and close the doors
We hear you’re making landfall
Sometime just after four.
A category four or five
I pray you are a three
Please don’t make your way toward us
Please go back out to sea.
So many broken windows
So many damaged trees
Some simply crushed and mangled
We’re all scrambling to leave.
You’ll head in one direction
Then abruptly change your mind
The weathermen confused, unsure
Are guessing….half the time.
We’ve closed our roads and bridges
We prepared, knew what to do
We’ll wait it out, then come back home
In just a day or two.
By then, you will have weakened
Your bluster, just hot air
The sky will clear, the sun will shine
And you’ll be gone, long gone from here.
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