What a miserable day the weatherman has sent,
I don’t know what is wrong, with the old gent.
All night long the rain came down,
Anything but ducks would drown.
I was up this morning, at first daylight,
The snow was falling with all its’ might.
The trees were drooping, with the heavy stuff,
I don’t like to kick, but enough’s enough.
The deer were huddled beneath the thickest firs.
The looked dejected as beaten curs.
Too miserable to lie on the sodden ground,
So they just stood like ghosts around.
Not a single squirrel have I seen all day.
I suppose they are all tucked away.
In their cozy nests, so snug and warm,
Where the cold and wet, can’t do them harm.
I think they are smarter than us bipeds,
They know enough to stay in their comfy beds.
Hidden away in a hole so deep,
Where nothing is apt to disturb their sleep.
While we silly mortals, must be up and about,
Cussing the weather and staring out,
Through the windows, at the falling snow,
Wishing that we could be on the go.
Guess I am about as bad as all the rest,
At fuming and ranting, I’ve done my best.
But I’ve found it does no good to curse,
It’s a ‘hell of a day’, “but it could be worse”.
Copyright KB, 1968, Scribblings from a Hermits Pen
