My Father

Cats tiptoeing along a length of spider silk

Padded paws settling like a fog

The beast sleeps just underneath

Its shuddering breaths rise and fall

Softer, softer, 

Not a sound

Don't miss a step

Don't hit the ground

We're almost there

So, so close

No! She fell!

We can't turn back

We have to!

I won't pick up her slack

What will she do?

Leave it alone, she's gone for good

No, I won't

Well, you should!

One cat remains, glancing back

She hears the beast, and the cord snaps

Throwing her to the turmoil below

The End

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