ice cream

rain falling somewhere
the pressure of the workday
rolling in ice cream

Minuscule

feeling minuscule
ignored by the loud giants
moving wild splashed wings
dancing in melted ice cream
the ladybug has a laugh

A refuge
to eat
chocolate
and
ice cream
without
judgement.

Sorrow fills the air as you juggle the pots and pans of despair.

Cobwebs fill your mind, and the mood is sombre.

In amongst all the banging and clanging, you hear those words again.

“There’s no ice cream in the freezer“.