sit

lie in bed, sunday, Sunday.

Bells, the rain in the night, now past.
Grey light from a clouded  sky

Bells from the churches, longer, more insistent today.


Stay in bed, stay at home.

The son is up, breakfast.

News of the Turks, they will demonstrate in Cologne.

Doughnuts fro breakfast

Fatty and sugary.
The cat surveys the proceedings in the street
from the open window.


thats it