Escape or Chase

A voiceless howl

Toothless bite

Tearless cry

Both day and night

Flight or journey

Escape or chase

It’ll follow you miles or challenge a race

Whistling, screaming

Or making no sound

Echoing, calling, along the ground

No form to our eyes

And no color to see

This unique thing

That’s chasing me.

What is it?

Wind.

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