Monday morning

 "MONDAY MORNING" ANN 21/7/2008

The clouds they rise like cotton wool

A veil going up and down the hill

Revealing, concealing, the blue and the grey

On a bright lit valley this early Monday

All wet the river gets wider and wider

Suddenly descends an inquisitive spider

Misses my tea cup by millimetres three

And lets me once more have a sip of my tea

I wonder what this day will turn out to be

There's a blue tit that's eyeing me from the birch tree

"Where are those tasty things you put out for me

When Winter set in and it started to freeze

I'm hungry right now, can't you give me some please?"