Little Window

Peak through your little window,
What a sight do you see?
A smooth flowing river,
In a forest of trees.

Take a look through your window,
All covered in frost.
Not a creature did linger,
As the sun's light was lost.

Down by the river bed,
Where a little hut was built.
And a family of critter,
Slept cozy and still.

You saw high above,
In the forest canopy.
A snug little home,
A nest big enough for 3!

Take a look out your window,
In your tidy, little home.
Filled with sweet memoirs,
Built of brown stone.

Seek the old grandfather,
Who no longer ticks.
The cobwebs on the paintings,
That mirrored amiable bliss.

Don't forget your neat flower garden,
That brought a smile to your face.
So withered and worn now,
From waterless days.

Weep near your mantle,
Where stockings once hung.
By the pictures of those,
You once dearly loved.

Peak in through the window,
The one you once knew.
Now burnt down in shambles,
The same just as you.

Deep within, your forgotten past,
From whence, you were once known.
Lies a frosty little window,
In a tidy, little home.