We eat waffles in bed

With coffee

In the morning

The cat sat fat between us,

Outside the sun is shining

And the birds are happy

It is spring,

Fortune has dealt it's hand

And we're sunny side up

Knowing nobody will come

Calling for us today

We can sit undisturbed

And digest the Sunday news

And orientate ourselves

For the week ahead;

The bombing in Istanbul,

The Rostov plane crash

The ongoing migrant despair,

On this the first day

Of spring.