Lines run inside of my head
As the cat purrs contentedly
In a gently snoring manner.
Mother darns old socks,
In the white-light of a lamp.
Father types minutes
With glances at cricket
Battling away on a screen
Against insurmountable odds.
And an unshaven youth
Sporting a yellow t-shirt
And raven hued shorts.
Comments run lively
Through the living room
And soon I retreat
To the bedroom gloom.