It’s a lovely spring afternoon, so much fresh air!
Until I step outside for a quick nip to the shops:
humans doing human things everywhere.
A snarky conversation rolls by with a pram,
loud enough to be commandments –
I think I did see a tablet in their hands.
Cars zoom past on a racecourse I can’t see,
their colours all blurring into one
and a thunder juggling my insides around violently.
Then there’s the monster being fed parts of tree,
gobbling them up as tasty snacks
while its tamer looks upon its destruction blindly.
I admit I can’t fault the elderly chap mowing his lawn,
after all, the sun is out and the grass is dry,
but all combined this noise shatters me and leaves me drawn.
Such a journey may have been a simple quest in theory,
yet for me the price of undertaking it
meant spending the rest of the day dead weary.
Treeshallow Musings 