He looks into the broken light.
In search of full sun.
“Those damn blinds,” he moans.
They are not much fun.
The plastic, rectangular pieces
create broken, rectangular rays.
He is not the least bit amused.
“Please raise the blinds,” he prays.
Mistress whips out her camera
and pays no heed.
What a beautiful day, beautiful boy.
“Raise the blinds you say? There is no need.”
He looks again into the broken light,
knowing she is about to depart.
“Those damn blinds,” he moans again.
“My mistress has no heart.”