Survival II

Survival II

I just escaped

the executioner

a whisper before

the guillotine

plunged.

Heavy, shiny steely blade

aimed

to sever my head

from my torso

as chopped cabbage.

Like a nimble feline

I count down my lives

as each tortured failure

takes its toll

and I plunge to Earth,

parachute like,

landing on all fours

again.

How long can this last?

not many lives left now

for even a cat

cannot live forever.

19/09/12