A girl and her dog by the window sat,
In a London flat, where the world seemed flat.
The curtains swayed to a smoky tune,
In the amber glow of a rising moon.
The girl, no more than eleven or so,
With a bobbed haircut, her hair aglow,
Pressed her palms to the cold glass frame,
Tracing the city, wild yet tame.
Her dog, a scruffy and loyal hound,
With ears that pricked at every sound,
Leaned by her side, his tail at rest,
Guarding his girl, his heart possessed.
Outside, the 60s hummed and buzzed,
Mods on scooters and streets abuzz.
A Beatles song drifted faint and light,
Carried by winds through the electric night.
The girl sighed deeply, her gaze held tight,
On neon signs and a streetlamp’s light.
“Someday,” she whispered, “I’ll leave this place,
And see the world, feel its embrace.”
The dog, unknowing of distant dreams,
Watched the flicker of car headlights’ beams.
He saw no world beyond her side,
For she was his heart, his life, his pride.
The clock ticked on, the night grew deep,
The city outside began to sleep.
But the pair by the window lingered still,
Bound by the silence, the time, the thrill.
In the 60s glow, a girl and her friend,
Dreamed of beginnings, feared no end.
For though the world was vast and wide,
Their small flat held the world inside.
#poetry #jontyknine