The barometer is showing 'head ache.'
The pressure is heading for storms.
And the kids are fractious and whingey.
The afternoon is slowly cooling,
And an almost full moon is rising.
Looking out the window absentmindedly,
I could sense it before I saw the signs.
It is time;
To stop all the pointless chores,
To go outside,
Grab that jar full of fresh-dug bush worms.
The rod and bag,
And go fishing.
The ants are flying.
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