Looking out this foggy window
I see two silhouettes sitting on a wire
Feathered bodies, one fat one skinny
Holding on tight watching rays of rising fire

This murky layer of morning is lifting and a sky is shining through
the dark figures are becoming flitting feathered creatures
wings spread wide revealing purplish green under reddish brown
Those spots in the distance display delicate features

Behind my steaming ceramic mug
Glossy eyes watch blurry skies behind a bleary window
the sun is up behind those clouds somewhere

Those silhouettes sing splendorous sounds of happiness and sorrow