Sex, Drugs, Rock+Roll

winter is coming

Cold winds blowing upon a stormy, winter evening,

The christmas carols that filled the air were deceiving,

The bittersweet melody of rampant birds upon a frozen tree,

An art of nature no creature would ever again accompany,

Their home now an exhibition that the world will never mourn,

Tears melt the snow as they sing their melancholy song,

So on they go yet again, a couple miles further up south,

My heart sinks and my head looks up,

Wings flap in the distance as the chirps come to a stop.