An aerial tiger
A paper balloon,
The breeze rises high
To the man in the moon.

Nobody worries
No one dares to move,
For it’s only your life
That you’re liable to lose.

The smog of the city
Is enveloping you,
With the aerial tiger
The low morning’s dew.

I walk all alone
While out in a crowd,
I’m screaming softly
Then whispering loud.

Swirls of colour
Streak ‘cross the sky,
Seeing a skyscraper
I wonder if I can fly.

I leap from the roof
Into the dark night,
I fall to ground
And lo I die!