It is raining
And the voice of the wind
is rattling and whistling at my window
Asking to be let in
to the thoughts that float
thorough my head
listening to the wind’s
lullabye as I drift off to sleep
scattering seeds from my perch
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It is raining
And the voice of the wind
is rattling and whistling at my window
Asking to be let in
to the thoughts that float
thorough my head
listening to the wind’s
lullabye as I drift off to sleep
Walking
along the
river path
in the late afternoon light
quiet thoughts on
the museum steps
watching as dusk
falls upon the city.
Jailbird Momma and DinoMan decided it was
time to go on the lam
So they both nabbed a cab
and headed South to Pyjama Land
And when they got there
Surprise surprise
The Immutable Law of the Sheriff Abba was
EVERYONE takes a nap in Pyjama Land
Busted flat
Not willing to take a nap
They both came back..
And that was that
( does not matter how you want to spell pyjama
you can still get busted and STILL have to take a nap.)