The sky is painted with a slightly grey overcast.
There is some obnoxious species of bird singing away outside of my window.
The weather is in dire contrast with the things I need to get done…
Nothing even major… just like, everyday adult human stuff.
Even changing clothes seems like the most grueling process ever.
Back to the bird: My bird identifier app recognized it as an Eastern Phoebe.
Its call is that of a shrill alarm that I would typically set to keep myself from procrastinating.
Could nature have sent this bird to me because my weekly habits have become consistent and predictable?
It must be Monday.
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Comments (4)
Haha, yep, Monday. This part made me smile "The weather is in dire contrast with the things I need to get done…"
Ah yes, the Monday feeling! Great poem :)
Lol, this made me chuckle as it was relatable. Loved your poem!
Fantastic poem! Well written! ❤️💜♥️💗💙🕊️