Charlie was driving a car
along the boulevards
of a French or Belgian city
city that had been cleansed,
when he saw a plane threading
between high buildings.
There was a woman he happened
to have been thinking about
when, swooping down, the pilot,
who was the woman,
leant out of her craft,
“Open the window!”
The woman lifted an object
hoicked it down towards him
till it fell through the window;
when it started to climb about,
it was a little animal, Charlie decided
that he would keep it.