It’s National Poetry Day

Yes, it’s National Poetry Day. So here’s a poem for your delectation:

THURSDAY

It rained all day today

fine prickly rain

that chills the skin and

soaks through shoes

the sky a yellowish-grey from dawn to dusk

all my emails were boring

and no one liked my tweets

the only letter was from the credit card company

a package was delivered

but it was for next door

the high point was when an angel came

stood in the garden, wings spread,

watched me wisely through the window

as I was at the sink washing up

I felt it had some kind of message for me

it wasn’t permitted to utter

I had to work it out for myself

it was one of those small black angels

that very much resemble crows