The Birds at Your Window
Along with the grief of a beloved dead cat,
Comes the joy of watching the birds through your window,
It was be as small as getting a laugh from a fall,
It’s a tortured artist creating beauty from his pain,
It’s dying old trousers to cover a stain,
Liking them more- now you wear them again,
Tears of heartbreak water you and allow you to grow,
Your perception will plant the seeds that are sewn,
You could know a whole town and still feel alone,
Or spend all day with your curtains closed,
But the birds will always be there,
If you care to look for them.
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