I Never Talk to Strangers

Shrouded in fog

Saturday was delivered.

The streets still through the murky haze.

Refreshed optimism and calm descends,

without reaching the twisted mortals,

who wake to endure the misery of another day

Tap Tap Tap

The sounds came from the window

‘Who is there?’ I cried, hiding my head beneath the duvet

‘It’s me, Saturday’ the voice replied

‘Are you alone?’ I said

‘I have clear skies with me’ Saturday replied

So I let him in