we thought we had time.
just beneath my window scruffy
birds swarm at my trays and feeders.
i think they are the same every day
who shriek, quarrel and peck each other.
the sky stays dark all day and
a northern wind won't stop blowing.
so just give me your hand into mine,
that's it .. yes .. squeeze it hard.
time was when we thought we had
time on our side. 'time was, time was'
those scruffy birds cry.
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