AN: So, this is my first Hunger Games fanfic. And my first poem for fanfiction. Please tell me how I do!(:
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
Little Duck, Little Duck, where are you?
I'm not ready to bid you ado.
Spring is near and the plants are budding.
All so beautiful and loving.
Little Duck, Little Duck, you are in most need.
Do I need to get on my knees and plead?
It should have been me.
Why can't they see?
It would be better if I was dead.
That horrible war wouldn't have spread.
Little Duck, Little Duck, please hear my call.
Please return it before the leaves fall.
My Primrose in the yard is almost dying.
Why can't you hear my crying?
Little Duck, Little Duck, I miss you.