Carry out: Dull and Sharp

The bats have flown
To be replaced by air;
I looked all over
But could find none there.

I held my posture
But could find no rest
My mind was absent at best
And so too was any zest.

I sat without enthusiasm
But not a muscle spasmed,
Not an eye twitched,
Nor did anything itch.

All was quiet on the floor
Nothing more mundane could I see,
Nor did I see more,
Naught was the score.

Yet all was perfect
As before,
Just different,
And new.

What else could I do,
But enjoy it and carry on?
Though when I moved,
My legs were very stiff and sore.

I did not anticipate
Such an outcome
From such a dull session;
That’ll teach me I suppose,
For expecting such concessions
From causes and conditions!