The Betrayal

Scratched and betrayed
Teacup trembling
Hair…greying

Animals nowhere to be seen

The wind was picking up the debris
Or was it falling from the sky?
It was dark after all

‘Debris’… 16th century French for ‘scattered rubbish or remains’
The results of or from something being broken
Possibly Gaulish origin

She didn’t feel scattered
Nor the ‘remains’ of something, or other

But there were cracks
Her scratches real
Betrayal stinging, singeing

Her own personal cyclone was doing a lap

On her favourite veranda
She could hear it even after the storm
Twirling around a distant lamp post

Anchor those things
She thought
Ground them, ground them!

Where did her cats get to?

The Betrayal

Robert Knapman

Adelaide, Australia

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