warm november sun
I sit in the sun behind my guard dogs
We are all three as warm as toasted buttered bread
My eyes close; this is a well-earned respite.
I could easily nap, my body is relaxed.
My eyes flutter as I feel them closing
I am suddenly awakened by the irritating caw of a crow
He has broken the serenity, but not taken the sun
There is still something to smile about
warm november sun
soothing as a lullabye
awakened by a crow
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
