The sound of distant hammering reminds
Me, though it’s Saturday and barely eight,
There’re people up and following designs
Because there’re always projects to create,
Which now inspires me to put my hand
To work, albeit in a gentler kind of way,
Nor following a blueprint duly planned,
But finding as I write what I’ve to say.
But now I’ll turn from what’s still incomplete,
Because our dogs have grown imperative
And want their walks, but first something to eat,
And what they ask for, that I’ll always give.
But, hark, the hammering’s paused: he’s on a break
And so I’ll follow suit—my leave I’ll take.