I’m at the cinema and the movie is on, but when I look down, the popcorn is gone. People are leaving, the seats are all tipped, the soda and cola haven’t been sipped.
Wait, I was dreaming, fell asleep you see, I don’t like thrillers, bore the pants off me. The film went on, forever it seemed, but I quite liked to think
it was the end
in my dreams.
And then I went home to find kitten at play, with a ball of wool she’d had her eye on all day. The unravelled thread, I followed along, ‘soft, strong and very, very long’.
Out in the garden, the wool did extend. It was just the beginning but I thought it was the end. While tracking the string, U.F.O fleet I spy, orange and red, in indigo sky. Aliens fly to me, with guns all aglow,
the end is nigh, they say,
in their own lingo.
It’s war of the worlds, army from the stars, thought my number was up, invasion from Mars. I thought it was the end, intergalatic death ray?
No.
It’s just the World Firework Championship Display
Things In My Head 
Nah, it’s not over until the credits roll.
Some faiths believe in sequels.
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Wait a mo, something’s wrong, Cabrogal sounding optimistic? No, Never!
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Optimistic?
Sequels are almost always rubbish. So are the originals mostly.
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False alarm. Cabrogal is as pessimistic as ever. It’s okay everyone! Panic over! As you were.
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I really enjoyed this and I thank you for the smiles 🙂 and by the way I dislike thrillers too.
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You’re very kind Carol. Thank you.
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You’re very welcome. 🙂
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