Happy Bad Poetry

Once furled, today we awake The dark days take a turn into Spring Here comes the sun, sparkling in the lake Unfolding our hearts and make us sing

People walking, talking, running around Dogs bark and chase imaginary game The ice cracks, snow makes way for ground The melted water overflows the drain

In between I am running and burning fat With Mr. Lazy lurking me back to bed Saying hello to each one, but feeling sad I’m contemplating this bad poetry in my head