Thursday, 26 January 2017

fly I want to fly away.

.it's that kind of day
I want to soar
And swoop
Watch life beneath
Sit in a tree
Without having to think
Of dinner
 Or washing
Or routine

I want to be lifted
By warmth
And held
In the slipstream

Above the black dog

Laughing in his face

Today is one of those days

The end