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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