Sunday mornings in cold weather
Steal the restful out of rest
Raindrops gripping windows
Leave my Sunday jest oppressed
Breakfast brews bring some respite
May motivate my buried plans
Replacing awkwardness with possible
Contemplating pots and pans
Pensively I leave my chair
Squirrels scoot my garden wall
Not for them the Sunday weather blues
In their world of free for all
In their world of free for all
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