#1187-Symphonies
30/10/2020
Warm, autumn day.
Windows open.
An errant bee buzzes
Against the glass pane,
Trying to escape.
Lady bugs flutter in,
Confused, scuttling around.
Cowbells ring somewhere nearby.
A soft breeze drifts in.
Beethoven’s violin-romance
Plays along,
With this strange symphony.
Nothing seems,
Or feels out of place.
Not at this moment.
Not even me.
