Twins

 

 

It was late evening when I saw you alone on a branch,

way up high where wind whistles strong

your green eyes peering down at me

You knew I am alone like you,

out of place you and I

on such an autumn evening

Won’t you come inside,

share some chocolate

perhaps a bit of revelry?

The chill is wrong

for two gentle folks like us.

We deserve a better fate than this.