Odd O'blography

The sun barely shone;
smoke too thick to play.
So we had to stay in
all that dark, dreary day.

My lap full of Charlie
and Sienka nearby,
we’re fitfully napping
‘neath smog-yellow sky.

Light kisses the window
and Charlie jumps off.
I open the slider
but start in to cough.

Sickly sun trickles down
but it’s not clear enough.
Retreat back inside,
we can’t breathe this stuff!