Dank Grey Day

flyingfish

 

Day dawned dank grey.
Sky pre-washed to ashen, cuddled in.

Cats on tippy-toes dipped their toes in puddles
stalking prey, huddled to pause, slumbering in.

Birds ruffled dew drop spots from feathers,
distracted to pause their prattle tattle calls
by the gloom of low slung clouds engulfing the din.

The dank cupped hands of horizon clouds 
called for hush in prayer
to say grace with the morning gathering, all misted-in in fog.

The dewy gossamer mist turned to gentle rain, 
almost embarrassed
to fall with pitter-patter plinks and plops 
echoing from puddles, leaves and panes.

The shower done with its drenching, quenching drizzle, 
passed overhead
and curtain-called the sun to get up, 
to stand to attention,
and to herald the day 
to get on with its business.

  • Author: John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2021 00:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    sounds like a typical 'summer's', august morning
    in our dear beloved blighty, lol
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

    • flyingfish

      Thanks for that, Cheers and Best Wishes



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