I slumber well and take my post,
in my watchful tower.
Tiny people can be seen moving round,
from my little birds nest.
The neighbor rooster can be heard,
from my spot on high.
The water boiled coffee’s ready,
in my warm haven.
The day ahead is young and free,
Though I wonder who or what might also be watching me.
beautiful man thanks for sharing!
thanks for keeping up brother