The White Fence by Man Wai Cheung
The White Fence
by Man Wai Cheung
She sits there on the porch of her front yard,
Listening to the sounds of birds chirping,
In the early mornings of sunrise.
She sits there old and wise,
Thinking about the happy things that she has done in her short life,
When she was young and old.
She sits there watching the little grasshoppers jump,
And thought about how she loved to chase them around,
Frantically swinging her paws back and forth.
She sits there on the edge,
Ready to be blown away,
In the late days of sunset.