Revised sonnet #1519
The April storm Hotimmi whacked and wailed
Invisibly as if a bonkers beast
A motorcyclist roof iron struck deceased
Decapitated clean off not impaled
And into harbour Xejopi then sailed
And sank exactly when expected least
The cover seeming safe at west and east
As barricades the mounts and ridges failed
The raindrops squeezed inside the window sills
Tv set screen a blizzard black and gray
Outside of window panes thin rising rills
The bending boughs inclined to flog and fray
Did she see such sights scary mile off viewed
The clouds of monochrome a hundred hued?
Chorus viewed observed watched