Throughout The Night How Neighed Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Throughout the night how neighed
The wind. It had a rose on its foot
On each foot. So two roses.

That night wind had two feet.
It walked over the bastions and
It churned in the open spaces as
In Hastings Gardens the firs and
Troubled oaks full rudely shaking.
Trembled the nightingales that
Singing were but sudden stopped.
The owls all wise sate silent
On the shaking boughs
But they maneuvered to keep their
Claws round and tight.
So they survived a fall through the
Whole night.

Throughout the night how neighed
The wind. It had a rose on its foot
On each foot. So two roses.