Looking out my window, staring at the road,
Watching and waiting for a rare jumping toad.
For not once in my life in my life have I ever seen a river,
For not once have I ever seen a snake that slithers.
And yet here I am, in this cold desolate house.
Sitting and watching a little dead mouse.
For I'd like to one day see a river,
And not just sewer pipes which slither.
Yet among my open window,
There was a dragonfly who had made his intro,
To the dust and debris in my bedroom window.
So then I went and asked it this:
"Oh little dragonfly, why are you here?
There's nothing to eat in this place of drear.
No grass, no flowers, no buzzing fliers,
Just a house built on electrical wires."
He cleared his throat before he could reply.
"My little dear I have traveled so far,
To see crowds of people and to see black tar.
It's my first time in a city or town,
I've always live my life in swampy grounds."
"But I'm so confused little guy!" I said in astonishment.
"Why this place, where dreams come to die?
For the women are of no beauty here,
And when the men see opportunity, they scatter like deer.
For everyone is all the same here,
With their drab work clothes and auras of fear."
He looked at me with sparkling eyes, then took some time before he replied.
"My sweet dear, it's hard to see why.
But I've always wanted to see dreams die!
Where I live, life is all around.
And it's such a bore after the morning rounds.
It's too full of life where I live,
I wanted a place that doesn't forgive."
"Think of everything you lost! Oh, why did you do it?
You gave up everything, just to come to this pit?
Where nothing grows but wily weeds,
Where the norm is casual misdeed?"
"Yes, it's quite silly to you, but think about me!
I've had quite enough of the silly trees.
With the birds singing and chattering,
With the water waving and clattering.
It's quite tedious, my routine that is.
So I decided to see the city biz."
"Well, I wish I was as silly as you.
I wish I had something better to do.
All your reasons make no sense,
To everyone but you."
And with that, he rose into midair,
"And I say the same to you my dear.
I wish I was so full of drear.
To see the plainness of what you have,
And not knowing when to laugh."
And with those final words, he flew like a hare.
Off into the city air.
But for what was I to make of his reasons?
Oh well, I guess life is sometimes pleasing.