Day Off Poem by Della Perry

Rains outside
Hum of traffic is slight
No breeze stirs any of the trees today
I see from the diamond window.
No birds do I hear
No usual song of thrush or blackbird today
They huddle beneath the leaves today.
Just one, solitary crow
Doing what solitary crow's do.
An odd car will make that whooshing sound
As rubber tyres part the rain in the gutters of roads.
Grey clouds are gathering
Don't they always in England?
Especially on your day off.
Industrious Britain awakes.
I don't give a damn
I'm on a break.