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Window Blues
I hear the sound of raindrops,
dancing on shingles.
playing on rooftops,
watching how it mingles.
From out a window,
its never the same.
Hanging is a black widow,
ready for window pain.
As the rain begins to clear,
the sun starts to shine.
Birds fly away in fear,
they gather on a hydro line.
The sound of combustible engines roar,
from all directions every street.
I am startled from a snore,
quickly rise to my feet.
A little incoherent,
and a little confused.
Still im the parent,
Of the Window Blues.
*S*
