My daughter the banshee

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She howls louder than the wind in a storm,
A consistent drone of wailing and whining.
Until the screams emit from her throat,
Loud, endless and blinding.

Reaching a mind numbing climax,
There's no room for anymore sound.
Her only choices to cease or explode,
But she doesn't, she continues unbound.

Incoherent words of emotion,
Rushing from her lips in a garbled force.
Tears glistening in her eyes,
And begin to flow from a deep within source.

The noise begins to die down,
As the tears choke up her voice.
And form sobs instead of shouts,
The only obvious next choice.

And as she begins to change back,
To the girl I love and know.
She tells me what was wrong,
And I can't believe its so.

The commotion of emotions,
Begin to seem really silly.
And all because she couldn't find,
Her wide-eyed cat Chile.

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