Weather with Strawberry

You lie upon the bed;
watching surroundings with an eager eye
clouds and rainbows that at night fly high,
you sit on a grey covering sprinkled
with flecks of snow, bathing in the golden sunlight, enjoying the soft warm glow.

You lie upon the bed
when temperature rockets sky high.
When your throne boils in blistering heat.
Yet you still watch.

You lie upon the bed;
still watching with an eager eye.
when the space becomes cold,
when rain punches at the zig-zagging tin that protects you from harm, when wind plays a massive game of tug-o-war.

So perfect. But during the day you’re left
in distasteful company – never trust
a zoo of creatures. Sometimes I wonder;
what do you do when I’m not at home?