Catastrophic occurrence.

Catastrophic occurrence

At the top of the hill close to home

The dog, doing as dogs do

When a cat suddenly appears from undergrowth

Made a surge forward

Breaking lose

Meaning no offence of course

Went in search of this feline

Leaving master floundering in his wake.

In vain calling man’s best friend, to no avail

While the gravelled road loomed closer

Flesh and bone

Were never going to win this encounter

Scraping himself off the solid surface

Blood streaming from facial wounds

Warmth of blood oozing

From two knees with broken skin.

Picking wee stones from the right hand

Which had taken the brunt of the fall.

Cursing his luck, hoping the elbow was not fractured.

While gingerly lifting himself into an upright position

The dog arrived back cowering

Cat nowhere to be seen

Master muttered, maybe that was its ninth life.

Poetry from The Man Shed

06/02/2020

© Chris Black

~The Poet’s Poet~