Distraction

I meant to do my work today Instead I spied a nest among the maple leaves where birds were singing in the trees and others splashing soft brown wings in the birdbath by the old porch swing I meant to do my chores today But clear blue skies, a soft spring breeze This cloudless day, and blooming trees...they filled me with distraction... I had my rusty rake in hand, some ground to till a hedge to trim, some weeds to pull....but clouds above the rolling hills all led me to distraction.... A butterfly, all black and gold, flitted soon across the field And once again, it took my eyes yet further still... The garden hose, curled sleeping by, in noon day sun, awaiting me instead I sigh, and once again my wandering eye, among tall grass, some bugs I spied, I must explore the whole outdoors before this lovely day has died I hesitate, ....my chores can wait, it seems that fate says "Work can wait!! Enjoy!! It says, this splendid day!! These most worthy, so pleasing, never bothersome, soul satisflying, quite heavenly distractions !! ___________________________________________________________