The morning glow touched its face
The brick-faced house in the street 
It stretched out in the morning rays 
Hide’n’seek with some it played 
Its favourite morning treat

In the bedroom facing the east 
I lay in sleep’s placid arms
The sun wore its morning beam 
As it shone into my dawn time dreams 
Oblivious of my late alarm 

The house shook out its paint and bricks
Its nooks and crannies too 
The mynah was already collecting twigs
To fix its nest, repair the rips
From last night’s stormy brew

The day wore on, the house filled up
With daytime smells and sounds
It shook and shimmered, belched and laughed
As it held us all in its matronly arms 
Safe in its blessed compound

Evening came and with it the skies
Turned a beautiful rosy pink 
T-41 too flushed with delight 
Its terracotta facade catching the light
As it watched the twilight sink

The resident crickets began to perform
Their night time symphony
The house sighed softly gathering its form
It seemed like tonight would bring another storm 
But inside its walls was warmth and sleep.