Days in a week

There’s Friday, Saturday, Sunday
The rest is a white cloud of smoke
One outfit shout makes the perfect fit
When your feet have just the front door to greet

The view outside the window calls
I watch the sky, how the noon tide falls
Long buildings with all their malls
From where I stand, everything is small

Quarantine has become my favourite thing
Thus! Goes the law in my new found habit
I am the rabbit that nests in one whole
Before I get caught by busy hands

Vera