look at the back door

Look out at the back door

The silence greets me

There is no activity to see

Only rubbish of dead leaves and twigs

The hot wind whispering along

It doesn't care of what's happening

It needs to pass through so it has

The sign from the leaves will tell

I see a few stray cats walk by

Eyes longing for food waiting to see

Unlucky there is no food today

The food seller is snoozing away

Round the bend

The stray cats disappear

In hot sun of a Sunday afternoon

Look out at the back door

The wily old man

He will try to maintain his innocence

Once he sees the calm within the group

He may try to make his move

Look at the back door

Nothing seems out of ordinary

It is the shadows running along

Hit it when nobody is worrying

It is best to have agreement in black and white

Stop the bickering carrying on the tasks

Deal with the Brutuses and Trojan horses

Let them live in the cold storage