Winter Storm Warning

Winter storm impending inches
Gathered in the corner lot
Suddenly the track it changes
Staring down this little spot
Fixtures stuck in solid ground
Will soon be under foot
The snow will bury everything
The squirrels are really spooked

Their tails they flicker to and fro
Perched upon their branches
Seeking out some shelter
As they gather nuts in bunches
The finches dance and tweet aloud
Seeds within their beaks
Making sure their nests are sturdy
Ready for the sleet

The generator’s primed and ready
Humming drones sipping fuel
Steadfast waiting for the snowflakes
To get the message to the crew
It’s almost time to rev up engines
Hope the stations don’t run out
Get those plows ready to push
Uncover buried towns

Another warning came our way
This morning on the news
“We’re expecting 3-36 inches”
Said old Miss “Weathered” Sue
She’s predicted storms back in the past
That turned out to be nothing
We're not prepared if this comes true
So we’ll be eating stove top stuffing

That’s all we have beside some bread
PB&J and oats
We have some milk and eggs to boot
We could just make some toast
The storm’s a-coming it’s true said she
Old Miss “Weathered” Sue
Batten down the hatches
Get some candles, matches, soup

Winter warnings watches boots
Gloves and hats and coats that poof
The track it shifted once again
I think this really was a spoof
Come on over, the griddle’s hot
I think I’ll put on a fresh pot
At least we have enough supplies
To make French toast for sixty-five

"Winter Storm Warning" is a poem by Brian Theoret.
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