Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Very Bad Weather

Poetry for a dark and stormy night, from "The Chicken Poetry."

The skies darkened and menaced
I laid in my bed and enjoyed
The sounds of nature's rage
Crashing outside my window
The lights flickered and dimmed
I pulled the comforter up closer to my neck

Winds rattled my window pane
The rain drops fell heavily
The sounds of life and death waged outside
I kept myself warm and smiled
My home comforts me in the dark
Deep night strains at the walls

Weather makes us weak
I am sheltered by my ignorance.

8:25pm
CA
February 11, 2005

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