Vile and Vicious

Through my window, I can see



Through my window, I can see
A lonely little mango tree
A wilting flower, a rusty car
An old, abandoned factory
A yellow bird that's feeling blue
A rubber band, a leather shoe
A garbage can, a homeless man
A mangy cat that would not mew.

And through the window I can see
A curious boy stare back at me
He smiles, I smile; he frowns, I frown
It seems he's come from out of town:
His eyes are black, the town is grey
I'm pretty sure he's lost his way
He smiles again, again, I smile
We stand there smiling for a while,
And then he disappears, and though
He hadn't said a word, I know
That he'll be back - 'tis rather plain:
Reflections on a window pane.