The Scottish Wind

 blows long, I hear her

She communicates in a language

 I feel – Wii-Wii!

South. North. East. West.

Are you blowing on the roof of my neighbour’s home?

Are you blowing into my neighbour’s window too?

Are you blowing into the electricity post?

 Are you blowing into the window pane?

 Are you just blowing?

Anyway, what does it matter?

Blow, oh wind, blow,

My lowly spirit rises high

When it hears your Wii-Wii–