Did I sleep too much,
I woke late, or so I thought,
but found time to write.
I’m working from home,
and the sounds of chatter, and noise,
keeps me part of life.
The grass is wilting,
under stern searing sunshine,
that targets each blade.
The things that I loose,
I can search the whole house through;
they love hide and seek.
The sun has come round,
and has the cheek to shine on,
and heat my office.
