It whooshes, a scrunch
rustles around in the shrubs --
and the wind growls cold.
Het fezelt, een knerp	Es säuselt, ein Knirsch
knistert door 't kreupelhout --	raschelt herum im Gesträuch --
en de wind knoert koud.	und der Wind knurrt kalt.

Poem H1593
Amsterdam, 2016-11-12
Tom Puss and The Guise (Marten Toonder) - 1951
Comic strip #44 - Tom Poes en Mom Bakkesz. (tiers 1296-1372)
Poem for Mr. Bumble's birthday
Also in story #75 and in the collection "Hanezang" ("Cock Song", 1987)
Collection: Puss & Lord
Keywords: Nature: trees, forest, Autumn 
Tribute to: Toonder, Marten