Upon a field I stood looking at the stormy sky
Pondering the shopping and the dust that belies the every busyiness of the every day
Pop to the post office and back to flick around the dust oh why can't the dust stop !
The cat walks in and looks upon me , the husbands not there to give it treats you see ....
The teen has dusted , vacuumed within an inch of his life , I check if his soul is possessed no the grind of the books has spurned a yearn for normality oh what a ponderous site !
So today I stood before a stormy sky
How wonderful life is dust and all