Songbird and the Sapling

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"It's Spring!" the little songbird sang,
excitement trilling in her voice.

"It is winter," groaned the sleepy sapling
whose roots were enshrouded in icy soil.

"But the sun is SO warm," whistled the songbird.

"Yes, but the ground is still SO cold," creaked the sapling
"Puff up, my small friend, and sleep with me a little longer.
When my buds start to sprout, we will both sing a song of
welcome for Spring."

So the songbird tucked up into a nook in the saplings branches
and together they hunkered down to wait for Spring to truly arrive.

-gws

Poetry Contest

Written for a fun February workplace contest

Roses are red
Violets are blue
It's February
And we invite you

To write us a poem
A sonnet or song
Just let the words out
Doesn't have to take long

The topic is LOVE
Plutonic or true
Requited or star-crossed
The choice, up to you

There's only one rule
It must be PG
As this is a workplace
HR's made the plea

Be you wordsmith or comic
Just let it flow
We'll up-vote our favorites
So that way we'll know

The contest winner
By popular vote
So scribble it out
And post what your wrote

-gws

Going to War

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Everyday I watch you head to war
War with the demons in your mind
War with your family
War with strangers
War with me
Your war created my PTSD
Always triggered
You constantly strategize and scrimmage
Uncaring about collateral damage
Gleefully seeking maximum carnage
You roll in the mud of your resentments
Wearing them like war paint
Screaming with berserker rage 
Craving vengeful satisfaction
Through blood lust and pain
Unaware your counting coo trophies
Leave you the monster of the story
The victim turned villain
Doomed in bitterness until the end

-gws