My week

​On Monday,
I found a black cat.
It stood in front of me and circled me like a shark.
Then it spirited as fast as a hair then it ran down the alleyway.

On Tuesday,
I saw the frosted grass that stood with a hunched back.
Waiting to be thawed from the ice cage.

On Wednesday,
I found a crisp packet being picked up by the wind and pushed down Kingsway.​

​On Thursday
I saw a DeLorean speed past me. It was at a pace that it could go to the future.

On Friday,
I heard a faint sound of birds chirping from the trees that were covered
in the crystal sun set.

On Saturday,
I saw a proud Oak tree sanding alone waving at me with a faint smile.

On Sunday,​
I tasted the crisp air outside my house
then the cold hit me I was waiting to be thawed.