28 November 2012
Based on a house that I see every day.
Wide cream walls and a light beige door, With a table sitting on the old oak floor, There is nothing else there but a window pane, And a statue of a chicken I see time and time again.
He has a little brown beak and a cold, black eye, A ceramic little creature playing out as I pass by, There is nothing else that I can see there in that empty room, Except a table and a chicken with a watercolour plume.
The Empty House • Opuss № I