in my backyard

lies a dead pigeon

again

it‘s not the first time

birds come here to die

next to the run down yellow facade

a tiny graveyard

without the ceremony

it just lies there

i give it a name

luke

a bit late

but maybe it would have liked it

a tiny sparrow

flies full speed

against my neighbour‘s window

and again

then it flies away

i don‘t give it a name

not yet, sparrow

not yet