Fumbled.

In the still of the night by the warm fire light,
when the music has faded away,
I open the doors,and the walls and the floors
and see dark blue turn into grey.
Then down by the lake,where the ducks and the drakes
sit preening themselves in the rain,
the man with the net hasn't caught up with me yet.
He got onto the wrong end of the train.
But the bird in the cage,burst out in a rage
to hear just what I was saying.
But I got it all wrong when it came to the song,
I forgot which part I was playing.

Reviews

[Distantview123]

A fun write, with some interesting imagery. Thanks for sharing. ~ Robert.

[Dr. Wood ?]

I love to write nonsense and this is the kind I like..It ALMOST makes sense

[not here]

Great work, Stoat.
(I'm feeling my way around poetry, and atleast, I think it's great)...
I thought the story was excellent, your rhythm spot on, and just, just so easy to read.
I love it.

[Sami Khalil]

But the birds in the cage,
burst out in a rage.
A nice write.