Parallel!

The day was bright the sea calm

holidaymakers and locals

enjoying the long sandy beach

in the sky-high clouds

started to mask the hot sunlight

for a while was a blight!

 

Looking up they beheld a marvel

on a cloud a city

floating huge skyscrapers visible

silently moving by

was this a parallel world they saw

as they stared in awe!

 

More gathered to witness this event

never before seen

by the throng on the golden sands

was it an illusion

from whispers to a crescendo grew

in that shimmering hue!

 

Then the images faded from their gaze

disappearing into clouds

no tall buildings were on this coastline

what had filled their vision

the answers could not be found here

a conundrum was clear!

 

Had they been privileged with insight

or spectacular fantasy of delight?

 

The mystery has never been solved!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Advertisements

Feral Cats!

Cats had been gathering unnoticed

by local residence.

In this wealthy quiet town suburb

where few ever left.

Feral cats breeding vicious and wild

close by a small child!

 

Parents were unaware of the dangers

after concerns about foxes.

Had made them blaise to family pets

losing their connection.

To humans reverting to foraging prey

not docile pets at play!

 

Hunger forced them to roam for quarry

as nature claimed them back.

Rats foxes and even dogs stayed at bay

nothing was off the menu.

The weather began to turn much colder

their attacks became bolder.

 

The unthinkable dawned upon the locals

their gentle pets had changed!

Now another foe that added more danger

while they walked or slept.

Unchecked vicious becoming out of control

could humans be on the scroll!

 

Complacency about what is surrounding us

could be a big mistake.

Living things can mutate and genetically alter

either by our misguided hand.

Or natural progression we do not understand

is it really in a god’s hand?

 

The feral population expanded unhampered

something with life had tampered!

 

What nightmares were silently waiting?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

%d bloggers like this: