I am writing this in a half light

As my lights are three forty five dimmed

My phone is flickering in the background

Everybody seems to have an opinion

But none of these have the weight to count

I feel that this feed is rather trite

And ignore the comfort it brings

In an hour I will don a coat

And stroll along our beach

With my pet lobster

As it likes to visit the sea

At least twice a week

This is my reality