A Lonely Nest
Is this the way you love me my love bird?
Leaving me alone in my nest of words.
Bathing in someone else’s birdbath, love,
Basking in the sun in another’s tree.
Eating in another’s birdfeeder, love,
And failing to fly home to flock with me.
Is this the way you love this meadow lark?
By flying away and crushing my heart.
The only thing left are remnants of plumes,
Did I ruffle your feathers once again?
Not hearing your chirps has set forth my doom,
It’s hard to fly on while my heart won’t mend.
The worms have no taste, for my heart’s depressed.
It’s hard flying home to a lonely nest.
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