These hunches I get, cold shivers
At the way the light
Makes bloodstains on the house wall,
I'm scared to trust a sparrow,
I won't come near the cat.Destiny marks you early in the day
With a knowing finger,
Then busies itself setting up the props,
Painting the scenery.My love's window was on fire
With the sunset.
Her hair was red.
The pillow she carried in her arms
Was like a baby.Quiet as a bread crumb,
I stood and watched.
All around me birds had fallen silent.
And then the clouds moved
Their tragic robes,
And so did the night.