The whistling wind,
Breaking the deafening silence
Of night,
Invaded into my house
Through the eaves hole
All of a sudden, I awoke
Yawning long, I kept my eyes wide open
Kirk-kirk-kirk-kirk-kirk
Tin sheets were being pushed hard
And the rafter was imminent to bare
I felt the tension on iron nail—
Nail that was stitching
The tin sheets and rafter together
I kept breathing short and relatively quickly
Blowing smoky mist on the wind,
I scanned all the nails
Whistling again from far,
The violent storm was approaching near
It collided devastatingly
On the wall
And opened the door
And carried away,
Plucking out the iron nails,
Both tin sheets and my heartbeat
With it
And left the rafters all alone….