Monday, 20 September 2010

The Silent City


Oh my matted fur
Crawling, slumped and humped and bulging
Grasping for an overhanging ledge
Catching the whisper of a scuttle

Muffled moss hills, blinded by the light
And as cars quickly graze
The rain can't touch me
Can't hear me
Can't see me
Doesn't want to be me
But embraces my feet
I'll meet you again one day

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