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The Uninvited Guest
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Life/Living One stormy night in our little nipa hut
The roof was half-way tossed by that raging fit
Of the storm uninvited intruding our peace
With droplets cold upon our head they hit.
I woke up in the middle of the night
The storm was like a raging bull of fright
My heart was broken in tears I cried
In pity as I looked at my family so tired.
Poor dear Mother slept quite unperturbed.
Unminding of the rain in us disturbed
Then I saw a stranger's silhouette
Standing amidst in his sentinel's outfit.
He was tall with arms on his shoulder strapped
Looking helpless while the roof was tossed.
Slowly in tiptoes he slipped away
The uninvited guest was a friendly sprite.
~greenmeadow~2/17/2006
