Pandemonium

Like a spoiled cat,

The breeze paws

At my window panes.

It scratches incessantly,

At my door,

Jingling the wind chimes.

Let me in, Let me in,

It pleads.

I can't, for I know,

Once in,

The naughty urchin,

Might blow away,

The stacks of newspapers,

Kept neatly folded.

Blow away my window curtains,

And let my secrets known.

It will crumple my neatly made bed,

Seldom slept.

Ruffle the petals of the gladiolus

Poised well in the vase.

Worst of all,

It may want to play among,

The folds of my dress,

And never let me,

Know peace.