Monday 31 March 2014

Watchers Poem

During the morning
a blue jay
spied through
the window
and stood
on a tree.

In the evening
a toucan popped
on the window
and looked
through the
glass.

At midnight
a lion
jumped up
to the
roof and
sat there for
hours and hours.

I expect to hear
his loud
roaring voice
from my
room.

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