10 September 2012
My window is my new best friend, As there is so much that could lie outside, For in the cool darkness, Anything could hide
Could an ash black cat be crouching, For a reason I will never know, Maybe in search of a midnight feast? Slinking from shadow to shadow
Is there an eager young man, With pebbles in his hold, Staring up into my open room, The start of a romance to be told
Is there by chance a criminal, Who's sought refuge for the night, Keeping to the darkness And staying out of sight
Among the shaking trees, Is there a bird keeping watch, As the long hours of hunting begin, It's sharp eyes watch the clock
Could there be a werewolf, Seducing innocents to its forest den, Taking lives, in secrecy, As the full moon rises again
All these thoughts are conjured, When I peer into the dark, Despite the could-be dangers, It gives me a sense of calm
© Jas P 23•08•12
My Window • Opuss № I