It could be the sweet smell from the cookie

Jar waiting to bounce at you as you step out the 

School building ready to sprint over the road

Like a lion chasing its prey.

It doesn’t have to be the pesky seagulls,

Striving for food on top of your roof, as  its feather 

Dances down gracefully onto the frost ground

And it’s ready to fly down viciously and steal

Your delicious food.

Be curious at the stock of tea bags 

 piled up in my cupboard while the

Water boils and steams as I settle down

On a cold night, ready to have a warm

Cup of tea as the sun tucks itself to sleep

And the rain drips off of the windows.

Just pay attention to the nipping days

Even in the summer where you

Can feel the cooling air, lurking sneakily 

Around making the trees swish and the 

Wind whistle.