Lockdown - Day 72

A quiet day for me has flown by,
Unlike the day had by yon Hoverfly.

Whilst I did sit in the garden so bright,
About the Pyracantha he did take flight.

Chaucer’s Tales from Canterbury have I today read,
The rhyming pentameter now stuck in me ‘ead!

Now ere I try to right a line,
Out of my pen comes a twisted rhyme!

No time to tarry, there’s a poorly cat to seek out,
From her hiding place must I her rout.

Anon, dear friends on that note shall I leave,
And wish you all a peaceful Sunday eve.


Take care, stay safe and well...