The Gargoyle and the Bat
Do you see those shadows there?
What? Only one you see?
Look again. See? Look there!
They are two, one great, one wee.
Turn your face to the sky, my lad;
In the moonlight, is the oddest sight:
A beast and a tiny thing, my lad;
Dancing together in the night.
A rare thing for a young one to
See two such as they soaring;
Yet, I have watched those two
For years, on this old mooring.
The little one flits, the bigger glides.
It seems and akward dance indeed;
Yet beneath one, the other slides;
Solace found by two in need.
Not an embrace, nor even a touch,
Yet tonight they fly as one;
A strange dance of love, such
As can be known by none.
A love forbidden, so they say;
One that should never be;
Torn apart by coming day
Yet, this night, they are free.
So, when dark next banishes light,
And the day slowly dies;
Turn your eyes to an odd sight
When gargoyle and bat take the skies.
