Lonliness is looking through the window,
She wants to come back inside,
She scratches on the door again,
When i open it, she hides,
When i turn my back as i close the door,
She makes a run through the snow,
I close the door as she reaches the step,
So she goes back to begging at the window.
Again she tries to get back in,
And every time it's a little closer,
If i don't get the security i need,
I'm going to end up as lonely as most are.
© Saxon Drury-Godden, 06