Out Of My Window Poem by chris spurrell

I look out of my window what do I see
Why only the moon peeping down on me
Gone are the trees they're nowhere in sight
Everythings black except for the lights
On the horizon they are winking at me
A soft shade of orange is all that I see
But down in the fields I can see strange lights
I wonder what that this time of night
Of course how silly I should have known
Its men after rabbits as I watch
The torch beams dance all around
I do hope those rabbits are far underground
What's that sound I can now here
Why its nothing to fear
Its only the rain come to visit with me
As I watch the raindrops gently slide
Down my window pane they glide
Until a river they have formed
I'm really glad I'm here in the warm
As I look through my window what do I see
Why only my reflection smiling at me.