Patience of Nature

Time for bed cries the baby
Door slowly squeaking inwards
It will not shut

Crumpled tracksuit bottoms lie aghast on the carpet
Sighing with the tedium of it
Aching for release

Here take it
Sadly

Mirrors in the room two
Sandwiched between two wardrobe doors
Peered into and stared at

Shadow free me from substance
Feel a need for a nice cup of tea dearie
Slice of cake

Take it away
Eagerly

Frowning the bald eagle stood atop my lamp
Beak illuminated like a Christmas firework display
Non moving

Patience of Nature
Man cannot stand still.