Invisible, I love to meet her, shades drawn true and tight.
Perched, I sit, awaiting her arrival on this stage.
A name I cannot utter; the face that hides from sight
If but she knew for what I risked--to set myself a cage!
So once conceived a fortnight and fortnight soon came months
I cooed to her in dreams I took of dawning sleepless days
That should the shrew’s eye catch the hawk, might end this pointless hunt.
Mind enraptured, soon I sought a treasure for her praise.
Nocturnal, I, nocturnal thought a gift that drew the night.
With broken burrow, straining taut I left her as she slept.
So that I might, with talons drawn, catch my prey, mid-flight.
And delivered dawn a lifeless bat I dropped upon her step.
Yet, whilst out that night to bring her things of love that I may court her,
I found within my tree, that mourn, a signed restraining order.
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