My building reaches for the sky
My windows are an outdoor spy
I’ve never gone up on the roof
It seems too high and quite aloof.
Still I can join the world outside
Without the haste to duck and hide
My neighbors are the birds that sit
Upon the window’s ledge and flit.
They chatter and communicate
Oh such joy if I could translate
But since this wish can never be
I’ll settle for the sights I see !
Claire V. Bogdanos 