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Through The Window

As I gaze through the window, I see birds jumping and flying from branches on the trees, landing on the overhead wires, swinging back and forth, each with a different song coming from it's throatSome gather in groups and some sing on their own, each with a melody of it's very own.Some are on the ground looking for food ,hoping it's found, as I gaze through the window watching them as they hop around , sometimes pulling a worm from just below the ground as I gaze through the window.It's such a beautiful sight, watching them building their nests, I look through the window, and after a while I see little heads popping just above the carefully woven  twigs, looking through the window I see the birth of new life, I see fresh starts, and through the window, I see future being born and I am thankful for being blessed with my view through the window.Through the window I  see newly budding trees and shrubs, and some new growth coming from the beds, looking through the window I don't know in what direction I want to turn my head.Through the window I see squirrels running along the ground, playing and shaking their tails, going up and down the trees and frolicking around.Through the window I see red ones , black ones and some grey ones to.Through the window sometimes I hear the noise of their sounds and wonder what they are saying as my ears strain to catch the sound, through the window.Through the window I hear the sounds of dogs barking, and can imagine their size by their voices I have found, some are deep and some have a definite squeak, that bothers my ears when they speak.Through the window I see rabbits running like little daredevils crossing the street, I always pray that no tires they will meet, as they run along kicking up the heels of their feet.Through the window I see dogs walking their people, dragging them down the sidewalk, towards other people.Through the window time passes by.Looking through the window I sometimes sigh, and looking through the window I sometimes cry.

Copyright © Cat Drinkle

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