The Fan

By Makenna Adams

The sound of a fan is a peculiar one

I listen to it now

You’d think that it’d be prone to roar

When in fact it often meows.

Like a little sleepy cat

Who sits alone and purrs

As I listen to the fan

I notice how it whirs.

The fan spins day and night

Steadying my mind

Silencing unhelpful thoughts

Preferring those that are kind.

The sound is like wind in the winter

Swift, steady, and bright

The fan is a welcome blanket of noise

That I tune into as I write.