I sit, staring out window.
Watching who is passing by.
Nothing escapes my watchful eye.
I finally see something of fancy;
Placing two front paws on window sill.
I poke my snout so close to window;
I leave my breath mark.
Out a bark comes, then another;
Then a whine I begin to vent;
Venting my frustration that is inside me.
Wishing to be outside instead.
A push off window,
Off I go, running around house.
Back to window To see if it is there.
Yes it is and here I go;
Repeat of my venting
As I run around some more.
I am a crazy window watcher,
Who loves to see what is going on.
This is rewrite from the poem written on January 7, 2013
April 30th Prompt: Take an old poem of yours, even one from the past 29 days, and rewrite it by using a different form, point of view, a more arcane vocabulary, or a simpler vocabulary.