The problem with mice,
is that their writing is small,
and it’s never read.
Don’t be like the mice,
that work on piles of paper,
and then sleep on them.
Dawns light chases night,
in wonders across the sky,
heralding the sun.
Breakfast can inspire,
with cold muesli nuttiness,
that cannot be rushed.
The list is growing,
of the things that must be done,
and alternatives.
It is hot today,
and I did my washing, and yes,
it is drying well.
It is ice cream time,
and with that strawberry sauce,
and chocolate flake.
