There was a day in spring;
I was sitting on my desk reading through a book that I once read to you.
Suddenly a gentle clunk took my attention and my gaze soared.
I knew it was you wearing a black hoodie on top of white pants sweeping in hoping I had cookies.
I saw you in this form for the first time and ever since that day everything that has a wing reminds of the things we used to play.
And now, shiny pebbles and silky red threads grace the corners of my balcony
all these things are there for you take and build your nest.