Unravelling 202011132144

Ah yes, the great outdoors

Beckoning softly as my mind unravels,
Like a toilet roll bouncing
Down a gentle-sloping, grassy hill…

And the neighbours may have noticed,
If they look through my window…

Assuming its a window,
And not a taped-up photo of a rare sunny day
Of what life might be like if the sun was outside my window,
As seen through my window…

Or maybe my life is the window
And I’m looking through the world,
Wondering why the little pigeon is sat on the sill…

What a silly pigeon,
Sitting on a window sill,
Do you feel my pane… [o]

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