Inspired by Amanda, of course, who wrote her own poem about Paris in the rain. 🙂
Muted light through the skylight,
The patter of rain on glass,
Warm under the thick duvet,
This lazy Paris morning of
Ready for a day of walking,
Scarf around my neck,
A café crème at the café,
The waiters turn the heaters on,
At Trocadero, the souvenir sellers are not deterred
But they huddle in their coats,
Time for a second café crème,
A good book on the table,
As so decreed by my cousin Amanda (of the excellent blog, Plausible Prosetry).
Her poem for today (a limerick) is here: https://amandasobierajski.wordpress.com/2015/06/30/u-r-my-typus/
And my poem for today is this one, below. (Amanda’s writing one every day, but I’m writing only as many as I can manage this month.)
Whilst trying to sleep and failing.
Magpie sitting on the balcony rail
Squawking to raise the dead.
Wonder if he’d change his tune
If I let the cat out?