POETRY COLLECTION: The Window #1

The Window #1

I look 
Outside my window
And there
Is no change
 
I look
At the images blaring
On the screen
In the corner
 
It tells me of panic.
Of a crisis.
Of death lurking
In the corner
 
But outside
My window
The sun smiles down
And there are twittering gatherings
 
In the trees.
A chorus 
of sound 
and silence.