My week as a poem.
Night crashed into Morningtime;
the moon fell from out of our sight
and we packed up and trudged off
to earn our stay in our little house
that sits near the trees and the water.
Tuesday was a Super day
to some in this big country.
Wednesday, we feasted upon
chocolate chip cookies
bagels bombarded with cheese.
Thursday the skies opened up
and the sun spouted out
a solar storm rained down on the world at large.
Friday the clock
refused to tick
and when it did
it would stick
now it is dark again outside
and the moon has found his spot up in the sky
and the wind it whistles a little
warning of the fairly sudden nature
of Sunday nights
and their tendencies to crash head-first
into glaring light of day.