Lazy days

• Lisa Chaille, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2005

On a lazy day in summer,
I just like to laze about.
To sit at the open window,
and watch the monkeys shout.
And as I look upon the rising trees,
I sometimes start to wonder.
What could it be within the trees,
That makes my heart grow fonder?
In the dense and thriving jungle,
Where the treetops sway about.
I draw upon my easel,
Without a worry or a doubt.
On a lazy day in summer just to sit and sit and stare,
What is lurking in the bushes?
You may wonder,
but beware.