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.