The Eye of Hurricane Michael

by Pragun Pudukoli aged 13

When hurricane Michael reached our town,
it decided to make my neighborhood
its center. It became the location of its
eye. In the middle of the eye was I.

The eye was as long and wide as the length
of the football field. I was not tossed
around by it like a tornado would be.

This sight I knew would not last long
because soon, it would leave me
Like one has to leave this world someday.

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