the view from my window
notes a lawn, trees and the ocean
that ocean stretches to New Zealand

often birds and bunnies inhabit the lawn
while birds and breezes love those trees
kiwis migrate coz they love our wages

all these have featured on my pages
in all their glory and various stages
supple vigorous and outrageous

yet if I constrain my view
things take on a darker hue
when broadened it glitters like dew

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on clear moonlit nights
my awesome wonder window
cool balmy winter

d’Verse, window, Peter – a poem ending in a haiku