poetry

/ grumpygorman

it’s a perfectly
practical
day,

and i’m in danger
of dreaming
it away,

but shower won’t
be scoured,

supper will not
prep,

the fields will not get
get ploughed,

with head firmly
planted in
cloud..

seems it’s up
here
yet.

pixabay
/ grumpygorman
pixabay

they’re outside but
harmless,

or so their
voices
hint

a bit too
loud..

so i
begrudge,

yet, it’s through
sheets

of tempered
glass,

i squint
to misjudge.