Thursday Morning, 7:30am
In a quiet creep
The dusty rays emerge
In sharp-cut shapes
Onto the kitchen floor
And with a silent bow
Retreat from this blessed house
And carry on with their play
Of endless hide-and-seek
In a quiet creep
The dusty rays emerge
In sharp-cut shapes
Onto the kitchen floor
And with a silent bow
Retreat from this blessed house
And carry on with their play
Of endless hide-and-seek