One...and only.

A child on a porch

All these anxious strangers

Race in their cars,

up and down the street

This merciless wind whips through the trees,

Their poor leaves drop in defeat

Birds sing their songs

While feet skip to the beat.

I sit quietly

on the porch alone

Gazing out

at the days activities

The sound of shouting,

comes from an open window,

From my parent's bedroom

Another conflict and another war

I press my hands against my ears

I scan the scenery

Searching for a focal point

To divide my attention

I find a small dog

Inside a fenced-in yard

He stares at me

As I stare back at him

We speak different languages

Yet find ourselves on the same page

We share non-verbal understanding

-Two innocents trapped in a cage.

.........
A child on a porch
JM Scoviak, 3 May 2013