Percival

by Karen


Dust Billows

As Horse and Cart

Storm along the sandy road

The Horse Whinnies

The cart’s wheels clink

The hay bales

BUMP

    BUMP

        Bump

In the back

Percival lazily opens one eye

He looks up into the

         Green foliage

                       Sweeping past

Flickering sun catches

His emerald green eye

    He gives it a wink

He yawns

      Stretches

               Sits up

The breeze catches

     His ginger hair

It waves in time

To the wheat field

In the distance

Percival sniffs the air

The town is near

Its wondrous smells

Delight his senses

Pies

     Sausages

              Chips

And ale

He licks his lips

His tummy rumbles

He moves

To the

Very edge

Of the

Cart

As the Green turns to

        Brown

        Grey

        Dull

But Percival sees

        People

        Food

        Friends and foes

        Life and laughter

The cart pulls to one side

Percival stands unsteadily

He crouches

            Ready to leap

The driver turns round

To check his cargo

“Hey”, he shouts,

              “Get off you mangy cat!”

Percival soars through the air

And lands on the sidewalk

Nine lives intact

             Time for an adventure

Copyright © 211112 by Karen Payze

 


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