The Window 

 Looking out the window all I can see, 

Is mummy and daddy looking for me.

They're searching the garden and the pond, 

Shouting my name but I don't respond. 

 I wave from my window but they don't know, 

I'm out of sight from the ground below. 

Too far away to be seen or heard, 

Locked in the room where nothing stirred. 

 Mummy cries out as the pond is draining, 

Leaning over, her neck is craning.

 As daddy jumps in and grabs my body, 

Dishevelled, lifeless and rather soggy. 

 My shell now found it is time to leave, 

 Mummy and daddy can sadly grieve. 

My door can be opened and my soul is free, 

 So I spread my wings and insert the key.