Dynevor Road (5)
The Attic Room
Winds howl down
the chimney flue
An autumn storm
To keep me awake.
The frantic fluttering
of doomed birds stirring
Soot and smuts into
the half blocked grate.
Poe shadows graze
The window inviting
the grey boy
into my room.
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