Tinge of orange, shadows of night
Autumnal hues set in twilight
A gust of wind, swirls brisk and cold
Awakens strewn leaves, red, green, gold
Beneath dried twigs, across the lane
A pigeon perched on a window pane
A daily task the pigeon holds
To watch the night as it unfolds
Relaxed with ease, no sign of strain
Like watching clouds gather for rain
Glitters of dust, scattered around
The soil garnishes cold autumn ground
As night time falls, quiet respite
The pigeon waits in peaceful delight
A bird’s eye view of Autumn’s sights
One of many, long moonlit nights
