A View From my bedroom chair....
This day has slowly come to pass,
Night draws in, sunlights unwelcome guest.
Street lights shine down their pyramid of glare,
And illuminate this hand in hand walking pair.
My neighbours car, upon his driveway parks,
Wearily from his mode of transport, disembarks.
His day was long, but this night will be much shorter,
Too soon a groundhog Day resumes for this reporter.
A carpet of diamonds fills this blackboard sky,
Noise of a police helicopter, sky patrolling streets nearby.
Still so many windows lite up, though late,
Maybe finishing washing up the last of dinner plate.
I can see number 36 burning the midnight oil,
Writing his novel entitled \"ozone less, our world will boil\"
He seems to find words for those his garden pass,
But not the time to cut his longer by the day grass.
This full moon night Watched from my bedroom chair,
Will man at 24 grow hair, and on all fours, growl and stare.
Moans from wife, I must now get in bed,
But Tomorrow night I\'ll resume my watch and Imagination fed...