Sitting in my window, I smell fresh morning air,
I can hear birds sing and watch them fly everywhere.

From my window I can feel the green of the grass
And the warmth of the sun shining so near the glass.

It is best that I sit here safe and in peace
While the blue jay chases the other cats up trees.

"Mom" tells me it's dangerous for me to go out.
That the yard is a big world where harm is about.

So here in my window, I sit and I dream,
Of running and climbing and catching sunbeams.

©by Yoshi