Another Grey Wet Day

Chilled to the marrow,
Cold weighs heavy on every joint.
So in bed I sit and write.
Thermals on,
And my 'hottie' my best companion.
This torpor,
With only my mind wandering unfettered.
It roams outside in the natural landscape.
A montane heath,
Delicate herbs and spiky shrubs,
A babbling rock strewn cascade,
Round lichen covered boulders of granite.
My body in malaise,
Indoors.
My mind suffocating,
Gasps for the reviving air of outside.

It's Raining

It's raining it's pouring,
My three 'piggies' are snoring.
Too well fed,
And slumbering in their bed.
Their feed could have waited till morning.
The cow's in the milk bail
And the calf is too.
How to separate them?
Shoo calf shoo!
She looks so pathetic
Coat streaming with wet.
And I've still the dogs,
To let off for a run yet!
Rain Rain go away.
Please come again another day.

When I don't have to feed, untie or separate the animals.