Newspaper in felt crinkles,
tea swished within a cup.
The easy Sunday white rabbit
resides in Saturday’s slippers.
Looks at his watch and thinks,
“It’s half past time at home”.
Co-habits under a rocking finger
to reveal residues beneath a rim,
a fortune teller’s week leaves
at the drain of a morning well.
Earl Grey watercolour clouds,
they float along Alice’s books
carelessly reign across pages.
Today paints in idling colours,
work ethics smudge and blend,
“drink me” and let Monday vanish.
