We were unmatched batch
She was a night owl and I was the morning bird.
In the darkness I saw the gaze of the moon in her ogling eyes
I heard the rumbling of thunder in her hoot
Ruffling my fears in the strength of her muscled feathers.
And in the morning,
While she closed her eyes,
Mine beamed on her like the morning sun
As I sang to her of the tales of the day
And the beauty of her silver quills.