The instant that first slap resounded and the dust had settled,
I found myself caught in the snare; a wild ride
amidst gasps for air and blue from the lack of same.
A fine unnatural unbalance deserves a modicum
of trust; a must for one so blessed with wings to soar.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik 2013

Wordle # 98The Sunday Whirl
Wordle # 98
The Sunday Whirl

Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #98