The bunting, frozen damp dark
Shivered in fear,
Like a frozen star.
Looking at the kids staring, scared
More playing instead.
He stares down and whispers
“Let me go.“
The wind howling through the gates,
Making the bunting fall and shake
“Help me,” he says.
While the trees laugh and break!
The sky goes dark,
The bunting sad and alone
“What should I do”? he says.
The rain comes, shakes, breaks
The bunting falls…