MY WINDOW SEAT

The corner window is the spot,
Where I prefer to be;
And all my feline siblings know,
That it`s reserved for me.

From it I hear the singing.
Of the birds up in the tree;
And the soothing hum of summer,
With the buzzing of a bee.

I hear the tree`s leaves rustle,
And the children hard at play;
And the quiet sound of night time
As we end another day.

I smell the soft salt breezes,
And the flowers as they grow;
The fresh mowed grass of summer,
The sounds and smells I know.

They give to me such comfort,
as the wind upon my face;
Tickling my whiskers,
At this, my special place.

And when the season starts to change,
And leaves begin to fall;
I feel the chill of autumn,
And hear winter`s icy call.

The windows all are closed, now,
And so my dreams must do;
Enjoying all the memories,
Of my sightless window view.

But as autumn turns to winter,
So winter turns to spring;
And again I`ll take my window,
As the birds begin to sing.

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