HOPE(less)

Last spring
I heard the birds
Sing
Their happy tunes
For all
I hoped
It would never end

But beasts of prey
Cried angry
Lies from
Their lofty perch
And chased away
The birds

They abandoned nests
In this chilly
Land
Their joyful chorus
Gone
A single feather now remains
Beckoning  me to hold on

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