Benedanadania
The window is open, just one inch.
Noise
flows in, voices, dustbins!
The
tree moves wildly, only a foot.
Birds
are singing, clocks ticking,
As
I look by at the caravan,
Rain falls fast.
A
motorbike passes, it's a
Hornet
that frightens the horse.
And
the rider swerves as a car
Passes
by and does it again.
But
now I see the rain starts
to stop,
And all's well.