He thinks of the family he left behind
He things of the life that he could have had
He thinks of the girl with warm brown eyes
And the little house he had promised her
He thinks about all that is gone now
And all that has replaced it
He thinks of the fire
He thinks of the smoke
He thinks of the horrible choking rains
And he thinks of the broken and twisted corpses
And then he brings his mind back to the moment
Back to the fire pit on the floor
Back to the mending on his lap
Back to the solitude of the outpost
Back to all he has left
Mumbles From a Puffin 