I looked out,
Into the abyss.
There were but a few trees.
Still remaining in the distance.
I reached out,
And looked again.
The night’s eyes stared right back at me.
There wasn’t much too see.
But a dim light in the distance.
As later had made itself present,
The dark had soon turned into day.
Cars on the highway made themselves
Bright.
And the tree near myself, only blocked by a thin barrier of glass,
Swayed back and forth from the wind.
I looked out too see a small bridge,
Which protected your feet from only a small puddle.
Autumn had shown through the winter,
Even though we had known the truth of the cold day.
The bird feeder was apart from everything else.
It was different because of the cardinal sitting on it,
The main colours had been sugar maple, and orange.
But this was the colour of a darkish-red.
He flew away and off he went.
Still inside my little vision of glas