The Window (Prompt 3, 11 am)

The world outside the window changes every day.

The flowers bloom each spring, as the sun smiles their way.

There are insects crawling, searching for something to eat.

The birds sing in the trees a soothing song so sweet.

 

The world outside the window changes every day.

The squirrels scamper the fence line along the way,

Seeking a free meal from the tree or bird seed from a feeder or two.

The squirrels drive my cats and dog nuts, as they are prone to do.

 

The world outside the window changes every day,

Sometimes the rain is fast and furious, blowing angry spray.

Sometimes the rain is gentle, lulling me to sleep.

Sometimes the rain mirrors my mood when I long to weep.

 

The world inside the window changes often too.

Reminders come through little things to practice my gratitude.

 

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