Dark Frame of my room's window.
I looked at it and thought airplanes are not escape-keys of men. We ourselves are bounding us and wishing for the key to be fallen from the sky while sitting below the roof...
... and Today, after weeks, when I came back to home in the morning, I found that pigeon dead, by the first step of the apartment. I brought her murder to my room in 3rd floor and glazed at her. The eyes were quite decayed. I put her murder by the window (outside) and when came back to home at noon, found it disappeared.
I should have known from very first that I don't deserve, even, her murder.