Author's Note

Random little poem that came up, which is weird, since I don't usually write poems. And it doesn't really make sense... but you know. Here it is. Please leave a review!

My little mockingjay bird
flying on the tree
where will you land
when the sky is no more?

My little mockingjay bird
flying on the district
where will you feed
when the capitol is gone?

My little mockingjay bird
spinning in the sky
where will you fly
when the stars shine no more?

My little mockingjay bird
overlooking the graves,
where will you rest
when the Hunger Games have ended?