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For this session we read a poem “Storm Warning” by Robert Grant Burns, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about heeding, or ignoring, a warning.”

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 "Storm Warning" by Robert Grant Burns

You said that when the peacocks took to the trees,
and all the birds, funch and jay and swallow,
whirred upon the same anxious note continually,
that is sign of storm coming.

And so the peacocks were
sitting in the branches,
each clumped in the fruit of its mad comprehension,
each in its innermost breast
thundering like great falling stones;
and all the birds whirred upon the same anxious note
continually.

That night, a storm came.

If only we, too, could be sure again,
in this forest of desire and foreboding,
sure, unerringly sure,
when to go home,
whom to shelter,
what to seek.

Source: Poetry (June 1969).