Observations of an Urban Poet

Lock Down Lock Out

Lock down

Here I sit

Locked out 

For a bit

Went to get a parcel

At the gate

No spare key

I'll have to wait

Maybe cockapoo

Can open the door

Will she reach

With her little paw

It's no good

She is too small

I hear her patter 

In the hall

Next time

Must get dressed

I'll just sit here

And not get stressed