Time to breathe ...

As the sun rises it seems the sun sets.

Her time passes flash fast.

Her night buzzes with bright flickers of a day gone,

And another yet to come.

Ticks in boxes and jobs done.

Her nest has become prickly.

They escape briefly,

And occasionally.

Enjoying it all the more.

For the freedom it gives them,

From tedium and chore.

On the page this week.

A square of time

Just for them, her man and her boy,

In a downy nest.

A little time for softer, 

curve edged thoughts.

Some breathing space.

Quirky display spotted outside a bar near Soho last weekend,

 before they attended the soft launch of the new

 Ivy Restaurant in Covent Garden with a group of lovely friends.