There is Windowl, doing what he does best, but we feel that he’s missing something. It’s hard to say exactly what, but something tells us it might be a poem. So then…
Windowl stares straight out
A city’s sights startle, delight
The world may never know
We hope that Photocoyote does not mind Glimpses hijacking his photo as prop for our amateur haiku stylings. Other poems about Windowl welcomed in the comments!
