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The window Is Open.

The window opens out

could see the world throughout

the light passes in with a flair

the breeze rushes in with a care

the eyes are caught in a glare

stretching the sight with a stare

park on objects both high and low

there they eye on the stars in a glow

whose twinkle is slightly a twinge

it could also be a streaky hinge

the stars move in a range

the eyes emit an enthusiasm strange

the loftiness holds the breath

the idealism they illustrate lends a strength

that much for the greatness in all

a little lower rather down on the ground

lies the mud with rough stones aroundwindow

the eyes slowly traverse through

find a lot of meaning in their humility very true

the ruggedness is quite explicit

the realism elucidated is implicit

that is most we see through the window

the enhanced high and the enigmatic low.

fauna Poetry

The Fauna And Flora

Birds do not reside any more
have flocked to places far away
there being plenty of grains in store
a lot of fresh water in stock
the migration is conspicuous and voluminous
with thin residue left behind in AlfredSchulte-009-high-res-Forty-spotted-Pardalote-623x200
that being a group of oldies
stay put in the city for good
unable to fly that much distance
live with almost nothing
feed on what little found
that makes them sustain
they survive for a few months
and pass off unknown
a great dwindle it is as shown
the fauna and flora decrease
leaving the region bare