Silly dance for me

          Twirly birds calling a homeward
  bound song.

           Come. Come. Sing the joys of a
   welcome home.

           Seated upon my balcony. The writings
   of one last wording before the night
   draws me indoors.

           Ah dear friend I have written much.
   So much in joy. So much love and calm
   warmed by Jehovah's breeze.

          I did have plans for the evening and
   all fell through. Funny how Jehovah works
   that out.

          Itching for a moment with peanut
   butter and chocolate yet I don't want to
   use car until tomorrow.

          Oh how the reality hits that perhaps
   I should bake something once again.
   Still I hesistate.

           Ah a push is what is needed. A gentle
   nudge that creates a loud clatter of
   giggles.

           Perhaps a silly dance will be
   performed. Alas I do not know what
   the future brings. I can only hope and wait
   patiently for tomorrow to come.

          Right dear friend?