The Mockingbird

The Mocking bird sat in happiness
Waited for her Bat’s visit by the night
The Mocking bird sensed in the wilderness
It was just not one of those midnight flight
Something was not right
The bat she loved wasn’t in the sight
After the after-hours of nocturnal
flew to find her beloved
hovered over the old dark tree
the favorite branch, under the umbra
in twilight where they felt free
the clouds seemed at a fight
and the Bat hung all scorched
friends as they gathered told the story right
the bat had taken a flight in the light
to assemble the twigs Mocking bird once yearned
taking one of the last look at his love
in humour he said
I couldn’t wait for the night, hey bird
Isn’t that the time we meet?
Tears they dropped from the Mocking’s eyes as she heard
Those last of the words came out of her warrior Bat
As he hung in the dark all so surrounded
Smile he carried on his way down
When did death touched
Known only to Bat so beloved
Or the Mocking birds mourn