The evening of score

By Kulmalukko (Own work) [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)%5D, Dead pigeon via Wikimedia Commons The evening of score You will stand at a window The clouds will part. A dead pigeon will fall down thud down at your feet. The day will turn. We now bar the exits. Cower. Plead. Waste your breath. — As mentioned