Soft and Gray


Every morning you greet me.
By the window you peek in.
Chirping your song you fly in the room,
landing on my head pecking my ear.

Where have you been?
Nowhere to be seen.
I have started waking up early,
looking out the window hoping,
wishing to see you again.

A year later still dreaming.
Remembering your soft gray.
Then you come in.
Not sure why,
I back away and sit down.
You come and fly onto my shoulder.
For the last time, you peck my ear.
The gently lie down in my lap.
Looking up, then closing your eyes.
For the last time.

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