Hey, Midnight Black
hop and skip
I did not ask you for help.
Where did you come from?
I can court without your help.
Besides, I asked the dream factory
for lambs and llamas.
And what do I get?
A Harvey in Tux
with envious glances
from voyeur eyes.
If what you see causes you a blush
I will know you are not just a dream.
For when you flap your ears to hear our whispers,
it is to participate.
You sit there spying with great erect ears
that picks up our soft words.
Words so original that
no one has heard them before.
But when I hear them again
as your Spring Rite
I shall know of your plagiarism.
Now you have made your point
so get on your pogo stick
and be on your way.
Meanwhile you are getting attention
and affection meant for me.
Who ever heard of losing out to a
black bunny?