The dark has come
Yet the day is not over.
The list of still long
And the appealing tasks
Are queuing for my attention.
I trust my watch
And keep on trying
While my brain wears its pyjama.
I restrict my fence
And move them closer to my belly
Creating a nest I can only fit in.
Hay and dry flowers around me
Cover this atmosphere of mistrust
And, for a while,
The greyness gets a shade of nature.