Throw Him

Night bird sings his throaty chirp.
Waking all the neighbors up,
He declares his swoons
In whirs and peeps and song.

“Trust me,” he croons,
And I stay in my bed,
And pull the covers up over my head,
But now, the neighbors

Have joined his sing-along.

 

“Trust him,” they sigh.
“Oh, I do,” says I,
(From underneath my pillow)
“About as high
As I can throw him!”

“That might be further 'n you think, Gal.”
He speaks,
While the neighbors chant

Thru their beaks.
“Throw him!
Throw him!
Throw him!”
They lullaby.

-jenn long