I could sense the static Must have been the season Climbed into the attic Looking for the reason She came up to find me Saw me in the rafters Just stood there behind me Asked what I was after
I thought she was stronger She said “I’m a sparrow I can’t stay here much longer Up here it’s all hollow” She took time in leaving Said she must be going Up here in the evening I had no way of knowing
She’s day, I’m night Is it wrong that I’m right?
In this loft I’m lying Darkness starts me yawning Dusk brings clouds on crying Rain on eve and awning Down there she is sleeping Warm-lit fireside scene She wakes to hear me creeping Down from my mezzanine