My bedroom looked over the cul-de-sac that we lived in,
And I could see the roads beyond.
If I was lucky, I would hear yowling
And look down
To see one of the wildcats,
Probably the one I named Luna,
Sitting on the porch,
Yowling at Minnie
Through the window.

My old bedroom was always a bit warm,
Even in the winter during the freezing rain,
Which made me feel cozy
And safe.

Minnie would sometimes try and sneak in
When I left my door open by accident
And crawl under my desk
And look out the window.

I miss my old backyard, too.
It had a huge, old live oak tree
And a shaded, bird poop-stained picnic bench
And a climbing dome
And a too-small swingset
And a small forest of baby trees
Full of mosquitoes
That I loved to explore.

And the oak tree had a nest of doves
That made their nest in the same spot
Every year
Until the most recent Ice Storm
Which
Tore their branch down
But
The doves came back anyway
And still made their nest
In the oak tree.

And there was a green birdfeeder
That I filled with seeds
Every week
And I loved to 
Sit by a window
And watch the birds.

And there was a park
Only a minute away from our house
That we still played at sometimes
Even though
It had become boring
Because we had played there too much.

And an actual forest
Behind that park
That looked sun-parched and dry
Like most of the forests in Texas
But we still hiked there
Occasionally
Somedays.

And my favorite season
Was Spring
Because of the thunderstorms
And I thought
The sound of thunder
Was comforting.

And when Summer came last year
It didn't rain
For months
And when it finally did
I ran outside
And danced with joy
Until I was soaking wet
And cold
And had to come
Back inside.

I miss Texas.
I miss my friends.
But I will have
Many more stories
And many more adventures
Here in Oregon.