Sunday

White, frothy clouds raced each other in the sky

Eagles and hawks hover, not low, and not too high

Some solitary kites jiggle and dance as if monarchs of the air

The crows sit on a sill, and caw as if they have no care.

Some men walk leisurely in the street in their Sunday best

Each  has on a bright, and very showy vest

The streets are silent – there are no blaring of car horns

There is no jostling, no stepping upon corns.

It is Sunday, a day of enjoyment and of rest

A day of gaiety – of jokes and of jest

For Sunday is acknowledged as a holiday almost everywhere

On that day, people are merry, and put aside their care.

Businessmen, great magnates, or labourers one and all

Rich and poor men, people short or tall

Abandon the cares of the world, and enjoy on this day

The day they’ve all kept aside for fun or for play.