Blame it on the Grays. |
A UFO once crashed to Earth (a tale of woe for what it’s worth) that shook the cold lanced lay of staid because of all the force it made. Now I was in my home at peace and seeing to late autumn’s lease, (a lease that Fall applies in ways combining cold with airborne grays)... attending to my this and that, including, yes, my jet-black cat who seemed to sense the crash ere me as mew on edge lowed far off key. But then as mew tone faded fast I heard an outré distant blast and felt a tremor ‘neath my feet as if it were the judgment seat of angry goddesses or gods below the Earth who were at odds with static hold or status quo intent to shake things to and fro. I felt the floor bend like a snake and saw a pane begin to break as I, unbolted off my beam, thought this was just some fiendish dream. Then Stay-at-Home, my cat extant in apprehensive feline rant clawed up the drapes in panic burst as shaking went from bad to worse. Despite the imminent demise of my own home I did surmise that Stay-at-Home, if chance arose, would bolt like brass amid such throes. I grabbed a-hold of green love seat as plaster chunks fell at my feet and reached up for my precious Stay when one more seism had its say. Both inner wall and siding breached; Stay’s way to go outside was reached. He bolted quick, I gave a shout-- And that is how the cat got out. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp 12-5-14 |