A tongue in cheek poem about something I heard on the radio a week or so ago.

We do not get a lot of Tornado’s in this part of Tennessee but we sure do see the devistation that they cause everyone else.

By Bryan Wegman.

A major winter storm is pounding across the majority of the United States. The wind is beating against my windows and sounds like they are going to break soon. I do hope we don’t get the snow that is predicted.

In the world of preying predators, whether in the highlands of corporations or in the lowlands jungles and open plains, the slurs of the stripes twist and envelop the gray inductor.

Oklahoma has many, many tornadoes, and I was always scared of them. One evening the sirens sounded that a tornado was on its way. We all packed into the car, and left. You’re not supposed to do that…

The shell of mystery can break and grow again over night.