when you slipped, 
the roof went off unpredictably
leaving a large chunk uncovered.

your trousers ripped,
letting in the cold, wet whiteness
which wanted to freeze, too.

what a soundless feat —
the mist twirled hungrily,
ready to swallow you whole.

the ground was quicker.
it took you in with a thud
and there, bushy-tailed, you stood:

embarrassed at being seen,
eyes like saucers, shining,
a feline from the ice-cold roof.

say something

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.