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
Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #98