My not so peaceful walk

It’s such a lovely spot, she said. Relax.
Just clear your mind and let it fill your soul.
It sounded good, but then she dumped her kid,
a snivelling little brat I couldn’t stand.
And then she left, and said she’d pick him up
at noon. And so we pattered off to this
idyllic spot to calm my troubled soul.

*****

Well, here we are. D’you think I look serene?
A calm and restful pose? Epitome
of mindful meditation? Think again.
This ‘angel’ boy has brought that bloody squeezebox,
the corners of it digging in my thigh.
And every time I move, it gasps and squeaks.

A butterfly keeps flitting past my face
The grass is rough, and poking through my skirt
I’m pretty sure I felt a drop of rain,
and all around a faintly silage smell.

I came for peace, but this is what I got:
A wriggling boy, and squawking bloody crows.