A Furrow And The Feline

A Freeverse Fictional Poetry Series — Part I

Fantastic was he, whom you might enquire? little ol David! with his boomerang perspired whish — whoosh it made a clubbing sound

Caused a ruckus, everywhere it swung around breaking the teapots in Jacob’s Cafe ruining the sweater, Bertha was weaving that day where are you David, ye Lil rascal! come here, exclaimed his mother, Bertha’s Sister, Oh dear

David could foresee his mother’s rugged fury thus he took a few steps, back and started to hurry — Run, Run, his heart started panicking “if mum catches me, she will just bury — me in a casket” he rushed murmuring frantically

Jumping the roofs, leaving not one moment in haste, coming to a close end — meeting his dire fate, mother just reached him and he has nowhere to run on the roof of Old Mason’s Home, His mother yells, “David, now come quietly with me!”, but knowing David he was up to his schemes

He saw the nearest lorry that came thrift, old David jumped with a smile, teasing his mummy leaving her indeed bounced and crashed, into the lorry — he did but he wasn’t alone when he heard a scream, “Ow, could you get off” David looked below, there she was, with such a beautiful glow

David was shook, and just gave himself some space The lady stood up, with eyes — fiery as they read in the books of adventures, David’s father used to read to him every night before putting him to sleep, who was this girl, that David just met, the thought struck anew

perhaps it is a story one for which you have to wait