What’s Next Is Coiled Already

A siren twirled down the hill.
I watched various humans
Stroll cloaked in their surprises
Against the storm rolling in.

It wasn’t here yet.
We were all getting ready,
Although none of us would be.

Someone had forgotten me.
That was what my cloak wrapped in,
A note that read, If you please,

I know what I am
Even if no one else does.
I know the surprise that hides
In forgotten memories.