Perched against a grey wall
underneath an open window
is where to find me
whoever may be searching
Frogs croak outside
the only light that can be seen
comes from neighbors porch lights
whoever may be looking
There's nothing to see this late
sounds of passing planes echo through
heavy clouds
imagine being a passenger
against a smaller window
thousands of miles above mine
Experiencing the same view
from a different perspective
The cool breeze and stale electric hums
may appear insignificant
but they refuse to go unnoticed
to whoever may be searching