Afternoon

You've had lunch at one O'clock You've sat for an hour daydreaming And now you are out for the afternoon stroll There is no finer time of day, you've chucked Off the cold morning, standing under the shower, Feeding the dog and breakfast ending with dirty Dishes in the sink waiting patiently The afternoon walk with the dog around the park Nodding occasionally to other dog owners, the Sun high in the sky radiating warmth, mad cyclist Racing by, joggers looking pained Still a spring in your step as you walk up the garden Path, the soft squeak of a rusty gate the dog panting Gently by your side and finally home to a digestive Biscuit dunked in a mug of black coffee Yet to come is night's mischievous dark blanket. That Cunning little devil where dark deeds are caped in Their secret blackness of latent intent