Cold Saturday

Posted on Feb 23, 2013


He awoke bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Against the grain he does rail
Much to do, daemons to slay
On this snowy and cold Saturday

The news rattles on in the background
Same thing everyday even without sound
Nothing changes unless you make it so
It’s all about the moves in which you’ll go

Watching the flakes fall before 9am
Whilst eating a bowl of shreddies again
Sets him up for the day ahead
Now he has fuel, his belly fed

Just another Saturday it is
Like many the same in past years
Maybe though do something different
Set out on a fantastic mission

Enjoy your Saturday

Posted in: Poetry