Black As Coal

A triad
Of terrocotta chimney pots
Stood poised
Like a smoke breathing Cerberus
Feigning
As if to swoop down
Into the early grey of night
And pounce upon it's prey
Talons tearing
But they remain still
As puffs of dark grey
Invade the darkening sky
And ashen clouds
The night closes in
As the terrocotta chimney pots
Like ghosts
Slowly immersed
Into the beckoning shadows
As the grey
Turns black as coal
 
by Jemia