For my Smile
Tumbling my queue
There’s rain on the window
Pitter pattering away
I don’t have to leave the comfort
Of my bed.
The grey, accentuating
The brilliant foliage outside
That I have to take pictures
Before winter arrives.
My bank account is comfortable
And I’ve gained another follower
A friend, who loves my work,
We talk all day.
It feels nice,
Not to stress away.
This poem is about:
Me