Exordium (Poetry)

There’s a revolution coming
there’s a rumble deep inside
and the restless air is humming
spreading rumours far and wide

There’s a whisper chills the morning
and the rooks fly to and fro
rasping out their early warning
so all furred and feathered know

to prepare for stormy weather
there’s a mighty change in store
and the like of it has never
loomed so ominous before

There’s a breathless sense of waiting
and fear touches cold as frost
every nerve is pinched and aching
for idyllic summers lost

While the day’s horizon darkens
and the latest clouds roll in
so each twitching ear then harkens
as the first few squalls begin