Psst … did you hear of the one that got away
Skipping past cpu’s meditative hum,
Vaulting over shrilly warning swipe machines,
Skimming under clickity-clicking keyboards,
Tiptoeing around laboriously groaning A/C,
Evading cement-grinders’ whooping coughs,
Cart-wheeling honks, hoots, bleats,
Narrowly missing screeching tyres …
A loud slamming door, was it?
A defiant roar maybe chest thumping,
Or a finger drumming conundrum?
Not sniffling, sobbing or muffled cries?
Nor shattering of broken glass?
A hissing fit of repercussions or,
An anxious croaking burp …
Or did it go anti-climatically,
Like empty droning static,
lost in creaky scratching of crickets.
