107 years today
would he now,
if I'm right
eyed
a forester's son
the once
my grandpa fathered
from which I descended ‘
without knowing it
as a baby well -
then I did
still a lot of shit
but today I saw ‘
out of my toilet window
and saw the sky
the moon only half
because he just came out
behind one hard
contested nest
in the beech tree
the crow's nest
that we from the balcony
often admired
ditto a pair of magpies
that fights for it
and pretended to be amazed
that it is now there at
Brooding was disturbed
it would have outraged Dad
i saw it all from
my window
and thought I see
only ghosts
but I wear it
107 year olds in mine
thoughts
and got it in the cross
let me thank him
he was very strict
but also funny
thank you dad
and I stay sprightly
and hungry.
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Floy Dy Ra, April 22nd,2021
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