She is still
Sleeping under the sill
Each night
When stars look down
She is crawling
Under the window sill
Shivering all night
And wishing for clean water
I suppose and may be
Hybernating might help a bit, although
Not everyday can the pair of pigeons
Get to do, what they plan to, despite
Having built a home, and trying to
Raise a small family, the unforeseen
Took away their efforts, home rumbled
Earth devoured the fallen birdlings
Huge wind blown towards them,
No one guessed or predicted
How it all ended..
Alas! the birds looking over from the Window sills
Singing the songs of departure...
For a lonely traveller, that was
Their very own meaning
Of existence, courtship and life..
Who can wipe their unflown tears
Or pray for their departed
Precious little being
They ever tried to raise
Seasons come and seasons go
Life goes on forever.. more
