Button lived on the front of a red coat.
Through one hole he could see a bit of scarf.
Through another, a bit of sleeve.
Through the third, a bit of sky.
Through the fourth—
“Mostly thread,” Button sighed.
Across the sewing room stood a great square window.
It held a whole tree.
Sometimes it held the rain.
Once, it held a passing balloon.
“I would like a view that big,” said Button.

