Quiet day

Just a quiet day

Green eyes through the window

as she darts across the field

Just two pence left in my hand

but I still refuse to yield

Kettle's on the boil

for filling my pot of tin

Steam caressing our lamp

whilst the whistling makes a din

The rain coming down

hinges on the door, squawking

green and yellow eyes, touch noses, talking

Hot cuppa, get it down ya

Merseyside's best

Shelly's old begonia

Mae on the tube, insisting, go west.

Author's Note

trying something new :)

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is a beautiful lyric feel to your words... the rhythm and flow that elevate the heart... take the mind away from the mundane to a place of peace... So well done.

[Mic]

Ah, thank you very much sir.

[jess foreman]

very good. x