I’ve been seeing things
when I’m out by the garden
Attending my veggie friends
There it is
A biege pit
Watching and strolling.
I’ve been seeing things
When I lay gay
Looking out the window
The doors wide open
And a widowed figure
Walk among the halls. I’ve been seeing things
When making supper
Living room in close quarters
I glimpsed apon a little black cat
But I’m taken aback
Only there, in the dwelling...
I’ve been seeing things
That shouldn’t be
Oh so ordinary.