Yes it's day 14 of NaPoWriMo.
A reworking of a poem that you can find here. I've allowed the beast to escape again but the form is different.
If the jaguar escaped the museum
One,
two, three and so on the stitches are popping
open
as though suddenly snipped, ripping and breaking,
till
out falls the stuffing, and the glass is smashing.
I
could be a rug if it were not for the racing
of
heart, lungs and wild red blood charging
down
the M1, there’s St. Pancras appearing ...
...hoping not to be over-repetitive with the theme :)
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