Through the Window

I sat near a window,

Looked down below,

I saw heads many,

Some with  hair black,

Others shining bald.

 

I peeped out of the window,

Looked down below,

I saw figures in  clones

Some  a bag of bones,

Others a  mountain of  fleshy  tones.

 

I stared  through  the window,

Looked down below,

I saw movements apart

Some  making a  hurried depart,

Others entering  from various parts.

 

I  gazed  through  the window,

Looking down below,

I saw  interactions varied,

Some gesturing torrid,

Others gesticulating  horrid.

 

I bent  towards the window,

Looking down below,

I saw the world in a shadow ,

Enacting a beautiful tableau,

Proposing a calibre   pseudo.