It's blood

on the roof

I think it is

from a starving

sparrow

Who hit his head

against the chimney

Striving by frail wings

only to fail in

struggle for peace

in free winds

It's blood

on the roof

No sign of soul or

body

Maybe eaten by the

cat on the roof

Who hide behind the

chimney in

the sunset,

twilighted

and dusky

or

does he

now fly in

other worlds,

in other words,

Finally free

and peaceful