Tied myself to the roof with strong twine,
heels holding line of the gutter,
head resting in cavity of missing slate.
Was it fate sent me that auspicious day,
an unconcious impulse swayed me near
tumultuous events? I marvelled at the beauty
of boundless skies, wrapped round fluff filled
clouds of cotton wool white.
A giant air balloon emblazoned with cute motif,
too far away to discern, burned over the horizon,
directing its way to where i lay beneath.
A figure parachuted out, balloon exploded with a silent pop,
as a winged angel flopped down beside me,
cut my bonds with a silver knife and freed me from the twine.
"How cruel," she whispered, "but now you are free."
I thought of trying to explain, but no one
ever believes me and my magic made up stories.