The little white cat

He sat through it all

the little white cat

feeling the force

of the wind

to be at

the edge as it were

just sitting there

as the fences came down

and sailed through the air

what can I do

whose act of God

the whole panel split

a’sunder like thunder

the  greatest of blunder

with a maelstrom of a storm clouds

likened to a fit

of locusts of lightening rods

evil and ugly

sat here getting wetter

Being coddled and hit

i srarted off white

a stone coloured mog

splattered with mud stains

like some wretched Dog

really knocked sideways

and frightened as Hell

A   banshee of a wind

creating a smell

all that wetness of wood

all that creakiness sound

in a nutshell Dear friends

i had  bloody near drowned.