On a lazy Sunday afternoon
I sat myself a breezy mood,
Brooding over life and love
Had I much or had I none.
And out of
blue I once did glance
Through the
window of my convenient range,
There! Those
little ants schlepping up and down
Across the
slanting rays of shimmering brown.
The tinted
railings with crumbled hues
Painted my
laziness with scrambled blues,
Busy was
theirs in that neighborhood
Whilst
myself basked in another lazy brood.
