Scratched and betrayed
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
Ground them, ground them!
Where did her cats get to?