Fitting In

It’s one of those Saturdays where wispy cadges 

of striate clouds genteelly sunlit cruise from NW 

to SE, a cool breeze sunders gross expressions 

of heat in the atmosphere where quiet pervades, 

Willy Wagtail flits from comfort to comfort, we’re 

aware he sees we join him in ‘his domain’ - thus 

cares there’s room for us; - yet it makes seeking 

wide suites in th’ clear air a praiseworthy pursuit 

We’ve most often confused with being ‘properly 

entertained’ - Willy wags his tail in agreeing; if a 

good lesson in harmony’s seeing whose ‘sense’ 

fits comfortably - then we’ll be welcomed back; 

sounds alright t’ me, so we pack up our books, 

wander slow down th’ track t’ our ‘other’ home 

© 16 June 2018, I. D. Carswell