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.”
Great picture and poem. Please tell me that you raised the blinds a bit for him.
Yes, but only halfway. I’m a bad mom.
I’ll bet you take pretty good care of him.
very Cool!
Thanks Q! Have a great holiday weekend!
Art first, then the blinds!
Gibbs is not always appreciative of art. He thinks Picasso is a square.
Ha! Gibbs has such a great sense of humor!