Too cloudy for the Lyrid meteors but there was something a-rustle when I stuck my nose outside.
I put down my needle and went outside
hoping to see the lyrids falling down
but the stars were hiding behind some clouds
and only the darkness was pulled round
From down the road a bird sang out
a few notes of its daytime song
from sleep, from where it perched
to spend the night. A dream?
Calling for its love? I go inside.
No more stitching for me tonight.
