The Hungry Wind

The hungry wind takes our warmth without a care,
Sapping our strength, an accomplice in the cold affair.

It rips through the city, tossing up trouble,
Like a thief in the night; in the city’s stubble.

Stealing whispers from windows, secrets from walls,
A phantom of mischief, as the city night falls.

In the chill of autumn, where shadows lumber,
The wind becomes a thief, fueled by hunger.

Snatching dreams from sleepers, hopes from the air,
Leaving hungry echoes of a silent despair.