A fat pigeon couple is nesting in my evergreens
He watches me while she is doing household-chores
The tiny birds, who, for years were my company,
have fled the scene and moved to a quieter place.
I am envious when I see the pigeons swaying
on far-out branches in this storm in early spring
Spreading their wings to keep their precious balance
Nevertheless, I miss my feathered friends.
It is as if a rich, fat landlord
Evicted all my friends
and build a mansion with
big windows facing my
little cottage.