The Cat and the Pigeons

Adam and Eve and Pinch-me were sat

wrestling thought by the shore

when the monster arrived.

It trampled their tea with its flat feet

and grumbled. It clawed at their

eyes when they laughed at its pain.

It gurgled with rage as they soothed it

with soft words, and waggled its fist

as they mocked its strange ways.

They packed it, by sea, to the spa

for a rest and sighed,

little knowing they too were condemned.

There was nowhere to run

and nowhere to hide

as Time has the last laugh, the master of all.

Jill London.

Published by Jill London

Hi, I’m Jill, a writer and teacher living in the UK, usually behind a desk but sometimes on a sofa with a book or a film. I began writing at around age three, legibly by five, although I didn’t write any stories until I was older. Aged eleven, I began writing children’s fiction, mostly middle-grade fantasy and I’m still doing it to this day. I have had stories published online and in My Weekly magazine. The best bit about writing is when ideas pop into your head (from the writing fairy presumably?) and everything starts clipping together like a jigsaw puzzle. The worst bit? When you start to get the feeling there's a piece missing from the box...

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