Miscellaneous Poetry

In a Window

Sitting in a window of a old room
  In an old house
  In an old town
With the rickety glass pushed up
  Even though the rain poured in
It was an interesting sight
There was a small boy
With funny little ears
And a funny pig nose
     A small boy
In a window of an old room
  In an old house
  In an old town
The small boy was different from everything else
     He wasn't old
        Covered in layers of dust
        Creaking when the wind blows
     He would sit in the window reading
From the first sight of light
   To the last
The small boy would only move from the window
      When it was time for bed
Oh what an interesting sight he was
Sitting in a window of an old room
   In an old house
   In an old town