Sundays view from a window

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

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