For a ring-a-ring o' roses, A pocket full of posies, Beware the Jabberwocky,My son
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, We all jump up,And burbled as it came!
Can you see these windows in the front?Are they large? Are they simple?
The view from the windows I reflect to be so gorgeous
The cat sitting in front of the windows so soft and wise, like the waves of a meadow
I want to lie on the couchAnd take in these sightsBut if I go out sideI will see
What I do not see through
These large windows, Sitting by this soft catMaybe it will changeMe
What is the sum of 9 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.