Emmeloord, The Netherlands
This morning the second baby pigeon had also disappeared.
What was left was the nest. Some brittle branches, held together
by dried bird droppings. And the silence.
Now, in the afternoon, the parents are crouching on the balcony rail. Their plumage fluffed up. Out of sadness, I imagine. And, against their better judgment, waiting. But likely it's because of the cutting north wind.
shreds of clouds—
an old man waits
for his dog
Note: Previous Publication: berichten uit het verleden/messages from the past. 't Schrijverke, Den Bosch (Netherlands) 2011.