I'm On The Mountain
Hi there. I am on the verge
of somewhere very high and white.
I called you. I just had the urge
to tell you that I feel all right.
The oxygen is low, it's true,
and I am almost past endurance,
but still I have a signal. Do
make sure that Tibbles has insurance.
Hi there. Yes, I'm somewhere Swiss,
but still have strength to send a text:
as long as Puss is not amiss,
I'll risk this life before the next.
My frozen flag has been unfurled,
my lips are cracked. I'm fine, my lover,
I feel on top of all the world –
my mobe and moggy both have cover.
Hello, I'm on the mountain. Yes,
I'm in the Alps. Or Pyrenees.
Or Scotland. I am in distress,
so phoned before my fingers freeze.
Yes, the Chinese network's great, but
my hands haven't strength to chafe.
Death? Not long, I think, to wait. But
phone and feline – both are safe.