A May Day (a poem)

A fun Bank Holiday

Lazing at home

In my mind, I am swimming in the sea

In reality?

The wind is too chilly to step outside

So in the house, we hide

A gurgling child

Birds in the garden

Each reliant on us for sustenance

Milk enough for one

The others require seed, nuts, fat balls

(Or is it ‘fatballs’ as one word?)

See how my brain wanders?

Last night I dreamt

I was The Tin Man, in Wizard of Oz

Everyone called me ‘Tinny’

And the scarecrow chased me, armed with a can opener.

What does it mean?.......

Never drink tequila on a Sunday.

RC 6-5-19