Looking out the window
I saw a young woodpigeon
Sitting quietly on the fence,
Parents now gone,
Left to lead its own life.
I just sat there watching it
When it came to me,
All its life was ahead of it
I sat at the dinner table,
Meal finished,
As was my life with my lover,
Now looking down on me
From her star.
So there we were,
The woodpigeon
With its life ahead,
And me
With my life behind.