Window

A looker out the window can see many
They see the colors of the day
Or the silence of the night
Watch the innocent play
or the teenagers fight
the nieghbors coming home from work
his child with a little smirk
the elderly couple
who hear a lot
the dogs that bark
the cats that hiss
the squirrels that are completly clueless
a bird flys by with a worm it his mouth
the people across
whose paries last all night
they've get quieter into the night
the little boys who laugh a lot
they always seem to be up to a new plot
The singer who sings to the night
If you listen well you'll hear the story he tells
a family walks down the path
the do not see me
so i laugh
through a window this is what I see
A nieghborhood filled with many
including me


~Baylee Jean Miller
well here's the first poem i wrote for this blog, hope ya like it. It's prolly not that good but i tried....
love ya! ♥