Grey Saturday

Buckwheat-pancake-fed and lying abed on a grey 

Saturday - comfortably warm, suggesting lethargy 

I don’t see reason to deny; th’ spouse vacuuming 

discretely - & granddaughter Georgia keeping her 

vocal enthusiasm in check (while training th’ dogs, 

or vice versa) tactfully; no reason for my elevation,  

unless midday impending accelerates its arrival to 

announce an earlier-than-expected visitor advent 

So we’ll take matters as they arise (or demand an 

untoward bent; either with th’ sun’s break-through 

or loo-visit-need becoming superordinate); it’s not 

too late to break preoccupations of monotony, but 

that’s not the way we’ll let today play its hand, the 

unexpected has grand visions of delusion too  

© 4 July 2015, I. D. Carswell