Monk's Hood - Climate

I didn’t think I’d stay

Wasting the weeks and days

Life was all squares and grays

Field mice and birds of prey

Take a sandwich off the tray

Proceed to chewing

I tend to frighten friends away

Drove down to the coast in the rain

Took a look across the bay

At the sea gulls in the lingering rays

«Throw the credit cards away.»

What else did you think that Our Father would say?

I’m living in a monk’s hood

I’m living more or less like a monk would