Long gone warmth

Like a small bird,
Fresh from the comfort and protection,
Of their shell,
You sit mutely.
Patiently waiting for your mother,
To return and source you,
With newfound warmth.

But why do you quiver so?
Why do you shake with anxiety and fear?
You poor child.
Your time has long gone.
There is no newfound warmth for you left.
You are already one with the cold.

-Anonymous