Outside,

Looking in,

You sit,

Listening to the laughs of many;

Chasing rainbows,

Floating past,

In a breeze that carries with it cut grass,

In December.

Children on leads,

Dogs on the run,

A group of shoulder-shakers having fun.

Santa hats,

And picnic mats,

Kites in blue;

A technicolour ball,

And a language you wish you knew.

Outside,

You’re looking in,

To a world that’s hidden,

And that’s fine with you.

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Gavin