View From My Window
Nice Day
Where there are shadows, I am reflected.
A goose is laying an egg in the backyard as a hobo
passes by. Says his name is Bill. He has a bandanna
(the goose, not the hobo), and it is red with
blue stripes. Just like the American flag.
It’s such a nice day. I play all day in the sun,
zipping in and out of the sprinkler and pant like
a happy dog when I am tired.
The forest is green and
I can hear birds chirping. When the day is done,
I lay in the cool shade.
A goose is laying an egg in the backyard as a hobo
passes by. Says his name is Bill. He has a bandanna
(the goose, not the hobo), and it is red with
blue stripes. Just like the American flag.
It’s such a nice day. I play all day in the sun,
zipping in and out of the sprinkler and pant like
a happy dog when I am tired.
The forest is green and
I can hear birds chirping. When the day is done,
I lay in the cool shade.
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