Windows Poem by Toby

The world through a window,
has spots, stains, and smudges,
is fuzzy without glasses.

Framed with metal rock hard,
is sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

A perfect window is as rare,
as a dancing grizzly bear.

The secret is, let me tell you please,
look closer and you may see
slitted eyes & pointed horns three.
Look out the window and that you may see,
oh...
wait...
It was a mirror, and wasn't that thee?