Strangely cheery
Yet dully and dreary
Almost eerie;
A morning for thinking
And hot-tea drinking,
A morning for letting go softly,
Thunder sirens lightning
Headlights streetlights shoplights
Flash and howl.
Looking up at white, white skies,
Gray at the horizon,
Borders blending in my eyes.
A dark cozy house,
I cuddle up like a mouse
Behind a large window,
Safe and meek and quiet,
With a book,
I look on.
