CITYSCAPE
From sixty
storeys aboveground I’m a god, surveying the pointless life below.
Before
daybreak traffic began poisoning the air – no wonder there’s no sign of green
anywhere. People poured out of subways and scurried along pavements to spend
hours behind glass producing nothing of value.
I used to
live down there, taking pride in my skill at ducking and diving to earn a crust
while staying out of trouble. But no more – now it’s time to end it.
I move
closer to the edge and leap off ...... then spread my wings in the clean air and soar
away to the forest.
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The above photograph taken by Marie Gail Stratford was posted by Rochelle on her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for Friday Fictioneers.
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And here, for your delectation, is a photograph I took last night outside my home.