Colder morning seen
Through patio doors.
Bit late for feeding birds
But they are hungry still
Tiny pecking beaks
Attack the fat balls.
Very polite these Tits
They wait for a free space
At the feeder cage.
Slide open a door
For the cat to escape
And feel chill air.
It is Thursday again.
Time is zooming by
In a blink it'll be July
And I'll be eighty-one.
Mustn't dwell on it
Too much still to do.
Switch the kettle on.

© Griffonner 2024