What She Told Me
What She Told Me
Winters used to be
Long and white
As God’s very beard
The birds would leave
You’d be so bereft
When they left
But you’d survive
And when they came back
It was like finding money
Nowadays they stay
And I don’t care
About them so much
What they do
People feed them
They shouldn’t
Feed them
If they were starving
They’d be forced to leave
Then come back
And I could know joy again