Every year we perched together in the eve
We were barely alike, like the leaves
of a young pine and an elder oak
shedding before winter, bitter and foul
A timid crow against an eagle-owl
Admired your feathers, gold and grey, flowing
around your chiseled figure, years of soaring
over rivers and valleys from which greenery
flourishes. Yet my feathers, incandescent creation
were drenched in darkest ashes and procrastination.
Both birds, but of different races who
could not even speak to each other. “Uhoo,”
you’d say. “Uhoo,” while I hopped away
Yet, I recall those quiet nights
under your seraphic wings, a noble knight.
Heineken beers and greasy chicken, poker cards
Earth-bound Cassiopeia, plasma shards
infinitesimal moments
We settled down for one more July eve
gold and grey feathers falling like leaves
You glanced curiously at my sketches
autumn eyes wanting to discover new riches
“Uhoo.” You wanted to see some drawings
The fool I was, hid from you with no words
not knowing winter would come early afterwards
“Uhoo”, you muttered. Suddenly you would fly,
drifting away, not even a whisper
goodbye.