HIGHER crash…
The empty cloak,
Stands high above the ground,
Taunting the stationary floor.
You can’t touch me,
The cloak laughed out loud,
Shrill, piercing, laughter filled the air.
The floor remained motionless,
Quiet, resilient, unmoving amidst the mocking mirth,
Patiently waiting for the precise moment.
See me fly, waving my hands above you,
The cloak was shrouded in clouds of happiness & more,
Twirling & swaying with increased confidence, with each passing instant.
Still lying low, cool & collected,
Gleaming silently, reflecting the very image of the cloak,
High above the ground but soon, just that particular moment….
Whooshhhhhh….
Jerry dashed down the staircase,
Gulping down his milk while chewing on his cereals,
He was late for school.
The bus was here,
Jerry ran to grab his jacket,
Right next to the cloak.
Alas, in his haste & clumsy yank,
The jacket was off the hook, together with the cloak,
The cloak landed in a heap on the floor.
Nooooooooooooooooo,
This cannot be, I am not high up,
I cannot see the floor anymore.
The floor lay right where it was,
The moment have arrived,
All that rises, falls.
