My writing desk faces two windows. A sidewalk and stairs outside make a highway.
Dogs. Cats. Squirrels. Even deer.
I watch. Unnoticed.
I enjoy being their host.
Who watches me, unseen?
Do they enjoy being my host?
By Terry Heath
My writing desk faces two windows. A sidewalk and stairs outside make a highway.
Dogs. Cats. Squirrels. Even deer.
I watch. Unnoticed.
I enjoy being their host.
Who watches me, unseen?
Do they enjoy being my host?