Whimsical Weathering Ways – RF 2004

Where might one sit upon a roof so grand
Such that a weathered vane might one day stand
To point the ways of naughty, errant winds
That circle the world, and come to shake limbs



I thought about how big a roof might be
To hold one wolf’s blow, though but fantasy,
But the headless horseman’s horse that I spied
Would certainly make the winds moan and cry

So, though a price could have brought home the steed,
I have no such roof to fit the mount’s need.