It is a winter's very cold sad Sunday today,
thick mist everywhere and the sky a blanket of grey,
no darting squirrels, no chirping birds, no pigeons in flight,
and no playing children, no shouts, no laughter in sight,
most neighbouring families seem homebound,
while in the courtyards and gardens nary a sound,
cars are parked neatly in all  their usual places,
unlike other days, there are no empty spaces,
the roads are eerily empty of people walking about,
except for a couple of dog walkers who are out,
so until the morning mist clears and the sky turns blue,
I'll just watch TV with others doing the same thing too.

Are trees shivering
For snow is covering them
Icicles are cute

She is very sad
She was feeling sad for months
Her loved ones all gone

The sky is so blue,
And the clouds are very white,
It won’t rain today.

Looking upwards one sunny day,
I saw white clouds in the sky,
They were bright and cotton soft,
Drifting slowly, just passing by.

The clouds were really graceful,
Changing slightly here and there,
I found them ever so peaceful,
As they sailed along without a care.

Their beauty made me think of you,
I wondered if you were serene,
As the clouds that were gliding by,
My love, I wondered how you’ve been.

He was walking his dog in the park that day,
And paused by the fountain where the pigeons play,
There he fell and then vanished without a trace,
Leaving his dog to bark at his empty space.

The police searched all over for him in vain,
His family was drowned in sorrow and pain,
No one knew exactly what happened to him,
The chances of finding him were pretty slim.

After seven years all hope began to fade,
For everyone thought that he was really dead,  
Suddenly he appeared at the place he fell,
Everyone was overjoyed he looked so well.

They were dismayed he couldn’t explain a thing,
He’d no memory at all of anything,
But one day he vanished once more in the rain,
And then this time he never came back again.

Clock striking midnight
Eerie silence in the air
Hide under the bed