Looking out the back window,
just staring, watching the trees sway.
Seeing the squirrel scamper
with a great huge nut, off to store away.
Seeing the birds search,
looking for the worm to feed.
Maybe a crumb to toss,
up and down, then onto seeds.
The high roof of the house,
an attic to play in and explore.
Dreaming of rainy days,
clothes and plays, no outdoors.
What a way to spend the
morning, wondering, seeming.
In this gown of peace,
woven through dreaming.
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