The coin leapt up high above them.

And in it’s flight

The bright sunlight,

Made it glitter like a precious gem.

 

A lazy crawl to it’s apogee,

Then a shivering pause.

Which could be because,

The journey down has ‘gravity’!

 

Plummeting down from up so high,

It struck the loam.

Lost momentum

And opened a face to the sky.

 

The consequences are in the wind!

It well may not or it may,

Become an yay - or a nay;

That ‘flip’pant coin will never mind!