Beep-beep.
Beep.
Bee-bee.
Water splashes as it bubbles over,
steam rushes out from under the pot's lid,
Tender pasta arcks out into a strainer from the waterfall of boiling water.
The aroma of fresh cut vegtibles pollutes the air,
Herbs and spice fill the pot as cream fills the gaps between pasta,
Chese coats the top.
Children make a muck in the garden's grass,
Caked with soil they tromp past the hall,
So much bleach will be needed tomorrow.
Smooth jazz comes from the apple shaped speakers in the kitchen
A spiral of spices flit through the air.
All sit,
The sun setting low,
Lights luminate our table's surface,
puppy licks at your toe,
The food passes round,
And there's a happy glow.