Yearning for Spring

I am the Magpie.

When Winter came, I flew South;

“It’s warmer there,” they said.

Will I ever see my home again?

 

When Winter came, I flew South,

But I will return home in the Spring.

Will I ever see my home again?

My nest is empty

 

But I will return home in the Spring.

It’s cold here too, without a warm home;

My nest is empty.

What month is it anyway?

 

It’s cold here too without a warm home.

My nest was complete back home,

What month is it anyway?

It was supposed to be warmer here!

 

My nest was complete back home;

Beautiful as could be.

It was supposed to be warmer here!

They said it was

 

Beautiful as could be,

And I believed them.

They said it was

Going to be Spring again,

 

And I believed them.

It’s never

Going to be Spring again,

And I am never going home.

This poem is about: 
Me
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