Sundays view from a window

by timzauto

I sit here staring at this blank screen

I turn to my window ,  nature’s sea’s of green

The grass freshly cut , odor real strong

bird’s in there nests ,  all singing ,

The house that I see , I sit and I stare

the roof that’s so old , its showing it’s wear

Clive the cat walking , looking so proud

he yawls at my mom , lord he’s so loud

my windows secure at night or in rain

somehow when it’s open it lets out my pain

bushes are swinging , the wind spins around

wow how I do , love the winds sound

so at least for today , it’s inside that I’ll play

from time to time ,  look my windows way

For my windows there to let in the light

But also without it , I’d lose half my sight .


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