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5:00 AM STROLL
What a perfect morning!
Crisp air, not too cold.
Happy to be outside.
Free to roam where I please.
After a long winter behind walls.
The ground beneath my feet glows white,
lit by the brilliant, descending full Moon.
Majestic trees loom in the distance.
Barely perceptible in the darkness.
Oddly clumped In just 3 corners of my view.
A sudden burst of light
transforms the night to midday
In the most rapid sunrise I’ve seen
My tranquility is interrupted
By the din of metallic scraping.
The sky, to my left rips open.
A snarling, naked giant towers above.
An exasperated look on his horrific face.
With extreme trepidation I assess my situation.
I am not walking through a meadow
As I assumed.
But rather on the bottom of a large, dry reservoir.
The trees were not trees at all
rather large bottles.
Running now...must escape!
Foolishly hoping to remain undetected.
Oh no! The sides are much too steep
And very slippery.
Abruptly a hard, warm rain cascades down.
Seeming to wet only me.
Like a dark storm cloud hovering
Raining only on a doomed cartoon character.
I’m losing my footing...ARGH!
The water sweeps me toward a gaping hole.
Try as I might, there’s no avoiding the inevitable.
I circle the chasm and drop.
My descent is rapid but seemingly endless.
Midst my fall I grab on to a passing, soft, brown clump.
Perfectly designed to cushion my landing.
Wait one minute…
STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!
I’ve got wings!
Why the hell didn’t I use them?
I could be flying past that gargantuan bully.
Too late now...note to future self
Or incarnation
Please not on my back!
I’m begging,
NOT ON MY BACK!
NOT ON MY BACK!
NOT ON MY BACK!
DAMN!
Crisp air, not too cold.
Happy to be outside.
Free to roam where I please.
After a long winter behind walls.
The ground beneath my feet glows white,
lit by the brilliant, descending full Moon.
Majestic trees loom in the distance.
Barely perceptible in the darkness.
Oddly clumped In just 3 corners of my view.
A sudden burst of light
transforms the night to midday
In the most rapid sunrise I’ve seen
My tranquility is interrupted
By the din of metallic scraping.
The sky, to my left rips open.
A snarling, naked giant towers above.
An exasperated look on his horrific face.
With extreme trepidation I assess my situation.
I am not walking through a meadow
As I assumed.
But rather on the bottom of a large, dry reservoir.
The trees were not trees at all
rather large bottles.
Running now...must escape!
Foolishly hoping to remain undetected.
Oh no! The sides are much too steep
And very slippery.
Abruptly a hard, warm rain cascades down.
Seeming to wet only me.
Like a dark storm cloud hovering
Raining only on a doomed cartoon character.
I’m losing my footing...ARGH!
The water sweeps me toward a gaping hole.
Try as I might, there’s no avoiding the inevitable.
I circle the chasm and drop.
My descent is rapid but seemingly endless.
Midst my fall I grab on to a passing, soft, brown clump.
Perfectly designed to cushion my landing.
Wait one minute…
STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!
I’ve got wings!
Why the hell didn’t I use them?
I could be flying past that gargantuan bully.
Too late now...note to future self
Or incarnation
Please not on my back!
I’m begging,
NOT ON MY BACK!
NOT ON MY BACK!
NOT ON MY BACK!
DAMN!
Published 5th Apr 2019
Author's Note
Based on a true story. I am the "gargantuan bully" who gave this poor soul (a large Smokey Brown cockroach) the aqua-nudge to a watery confinement.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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5th Apr 2019 10:22pm
Love the story build-up and underlying streak of humour in this one. Had me totally intrigued though to the very last line.
(With my body-clock, 5.00a.m is also a time when anything can happen but usually I'm still lying horizontally with curtains drawn).
(With my body-clock, 5.00a.m is also a time when anything can happen but usually I'm still lying horizontally with curtains drawn).
5th Apr 2019 11:05pm
Thank you Josh! Texas tree roaches are big enough to have personalities so when I kill one it makes me wonder about their lives, who they've left behind etc. Thank you for the encouraging comment and the RL add.
I wrote another similar one called "Date Night."
I wrote another similar one called "Date Night."
5th Apr 2019 10:33pm
And just like his ancestors were here long before ours, his prodigies will be here long after were gone.
You 'Brobdingnagian' Bully, you.
My new word for the day....now if I can only pronounce it.
You 'Brobdingnagian' Bully, you.
My new word for the day....now if I can only pronounce it.
5th Apr 2019 11:02pm
Yes they will...no doubt. What an awesome word! I'll use it...eventually :)
6th Apr 2019 10:42pm
Love how you take the cockroach's point of view. I think of "Metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka. The cockroaches, tough as they are, though, shall inherit the earth. Excellent work!
7th Apr 2019 5:12am
Thank you Sir Crow! Sounds like the crushing shoes going to be on the other foot 😁
