Wayside

Morning birdsong does not come to me anymore
instead tweets eagerly wait for the new fates to awake so they can hurriedly fly and leave love lines in plain sight
Morning birdsong does not come to me anymore
you write to make the wee lassies wet or weep
nor are you discrete
Morning birdsong does not come to me anymore
hide me from sight don’t acknowledge my life
i no longer believe you when you say you are just being kind