Through my window I can see 19 trees watching me,
I can see the neatly cut grass standing still as if it were an army.
While the path divides two equal lanes and ants march across,
I see a cat scurrying on top of the army as if it were a giant.
the cat,confused and lonely ,hopped to the next garden.
The washing line is a high wire as the army turn into a crowd watching with amazement.
The bird walking across carefully.
