FIREWORKS FROM SPACE
I do believe they have it in for me, the night before last they certainly had.
Wobbly and I had our nightly chat before she left putting my meal on the ground. Once she had gone, I was crouched minding my own business, eating my meal my favourite chicken in jelly.
When my world went up in the air, I lept for my life, there were crashes and bangs, rockets flying in all directions.
I froze again crouched down as small as I could be. It all stopped for a second, I took off over the garden wall, Wobbly had opened the back door and was urgently calling for me.
I almost turned to go to her, when another attack started.
I became a cat with Olympic capabilities I never knew I had as I was chased by rockets all across the lawn.
I threw myself at the cat flap and fell in shaking like a leaf. Still, the noise tormented my delicate ears. Oh where can I go this is murder!
I made my way upstairs, hesitating a moment to decide which bed to dive into for comfort and safety.
My Dad won the day as he might return from his outing and join me. I need company, oh how I need company, I hate bangs, and lights coming at me so fast. How long will it last?
I could hear Satu sneezing and Wobbly anxiously calling me in between the noise. But there was going to be no way I was leaving the safety of the bed, not likely with almost a war going on outside across our lawn.
I only had one wish. I wish I had been able to finish my chicken in jelly before hell broke out. I can’t stop my tummy from grumbling, oh well roll on the morning.
Take care and watch out for fireworks they are dangerous things in unskilled hands. We animals hate them, I certainly do!
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