From the window stands a tree with bare branches
a Host preen and sing under the grey of the Autumn day
The Sparrows dart and dance in the cold May wind
I watch them going about their busy lives and their day
They hear the window slide; spooked, they fly away
I longed to listen and to hear the stories about their day
From outside, the tree watches me standing alone
another human taking time to watch nature in their day
C & K 