A butterfly draws patterns in the light behind my blinds
Shadows of the tree waving it's arms pass to and fro
A fly flits by in a hurry
The filtered autumn sun beckons
I poke a finger through to part the slats
Dazzled I shield my eyes and put it back

It's quiet in here and safe
Just the tip tap of keys as I type
That fly just buzzed by again
or maybe it was another one
A flurry of leaves hit the window
Come out, come out, they seem to say
Open the blinds and greet the day