Pastel Skies

I woke up this morning to pastel colored skies,
Groggy, dog in each hand, rubbed bleary eyes,
Soft teal clouds, an orange blaze above me
Walking slowly in the haze. When at sea
Red sky at morning is sailor's warning
Maybe that is why this muggy warming
feels so ominous. These days most things do.

Later in the day my unease rings true,
The rain comes down in sheets, makes a drum roll
that filters in through my workplace's walls.
While I wile away the hours, playing smart,
pretending (as always) I do my part
When really I'm coasting, a lazy kid
Sitting on his ass, they really should rid
themselves of me. But for now I get by.

They like me enough here, though I don't try
very hard. I'm a handsome (white) young lad
and that gets you places, maybe that's bad.
Anyways, this was a nature poem first
getting off task mid stanza - I'm the worst.
I'll try to give you a pretty couplet
To end this piece (which is kinda shit).

The unease I feel at the wet pastel sky
comes only due to my unease inside.