The cats are now in,
the fish have been fed,
time to climb the stairs once more
and slip on into bed.

This day has passed in lazy ways,
though I pottered to the bakers in a sunny haze,
far more time was spent with keyboard strokes
than in exercise that is good for folks.

No matter as I feel no guilt,
no great transgressions or mess with milk,
I'll tune in to the radio for a tale,
before my eyes close on this room so pale
and if I drift into another dream this night,
will that prompt a scribble of fun or fright?

It's good I feel that we know not when,

such dreams will come or finally end,
but still I seem to find there's more,
so I'll always look forward to what's in store...

(c)Rhumour
April 12th 2010