2nd Floor Window

she still watches the world go by

but only now through panes of glass

a narrow view of trees and grass

a little sliver of the sky

 

and if she’s lucky birds may fly

her expectations to surpass

she still watches the world go by

but only now through panes of glass

 

and from her window she can spy

the busy squirrels as they pass

with all the acorns they amass

yes, from her window way up high

she still watches the world go by