Flying is not for felines
(a poem composed in shadorma form from funny thoughts that went through my head)
29 October 2017

Reduced frame
Angel came in size
Of fragment
Of herself
Offered to the elements
Raging throughout world
Cat viewed her
Mistaking for mouse
Gobbled her
Dorsal parts
Left her shivering in winds
That tore through the Earth
Shed the wings
Cough out the feathers
The Angel
Told the cat
Flying is not for felines
Even through tummies
Reading of the poem:
I’m a bomb creator – Eyekonn.com