Doggerel Day’s Afternoon

An outdoor boredom is the best kind
To have—when the weather’s fairly fine
And none of the creatures stirring much,

Just a lizard, some insects and such,
Not a human or a pet in sight
And not a thing to do but sit tight.

You understand you’re still beholden.
You’re not rich, so this moment’s stolen,
But you don’t mind there’s nothing in it

Except you watching it where you sit,
Feeling slight breezes that turn the leaves.
Dull’s wonderful when you have to leave.