View From My Window
Country Road
Cornfield stretch farther than the eye can see,
blue sky in a big glass bowl.
A cat crosses the narrow dirt road,
and stops in the middle of the road to lick
its paws clean;
we can't really tell where the road
begins or ends,
it seems to go on forever.
The cat moves further along the road,
and stops to stare at
a motionless grasshopper sitting
in the driveway.
blue sky in a big glass bowl.
A cat crosses the narrow dirt road,
and stops in the middle of the road to lick
its paws clean;
we can't really tell where the road
begins or ends,
it seems to go on forever.
The cat moves further along the road,
and stops to stare at
a motionless grasshopper sitting
in the driveway.
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Country Road
Country Road
