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43/100 Snow Bird
Poem by @heathbleaupoet
On southward thermals, family flew;
On trade-winds dry and fair.
Toward a winter's summer, skies of blue;
Towards the tropic's sultry air.
Not I! Not I! No, no! Not I!
Mine was a choice more absurd.
To stay! To stay! Not go! Not fly!
To give voice to my inner snow bird!
I thought them all daft and dismally dim to fly so far for so long.
Staying put sounded easy, so I did, on a whim:
Alas! I could not have been more wrong!
It's frightfully lonely and dreadful cold.
There's nothing to drink or to eat!
Staring at white on white's getting old.
I'm afraid that I must admit defeat.
Speaking of defeat. Defeat? The feet!
I haven't felt mine in days!
I've a hoarse-hacking cough in place of sweet-tweets,
and I sneeze in the snottiest ways!
I swear if I make it; If I survive;
If I live to again feel my toes;
If I make it through this winter alive
I'll fly as south as southward birds go!
I'll be the first to leave! I'd leave right now,
if not for my frost-bitten feathers.
I've learned not to be lazy. I have! And how!
Or to at least to be lazy in warmer weather!
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