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A last leaf falls from the tree
that looks like a madman's drawing
on a page of ashes.

A bird is the silence
flying slowly from bough to bough
without understanding this cold melody.

An anonymous grey squirrel
searchs for the long-lost key
which opens a cave full of golden nuts.

A swam made of clay
is thankful of not having the breast of a turkey
is thankful of having the blood of a statue.

A sound
the number five train bringing Nobody home
says in a very deep Leonard Cohen's voice:
The man they used to call your father just died.


Picture by jan von holleben