Said the Morning Lark to the Nightingale

Poem

“Will you Twitter in the trees?”

called the Mourning Lark to the Nightingale.

But only silence came the reply

Then her then she.

“Will the Tic Toc scent be in the breeze?”

asked the Mourning Lark to the Nightingale.

But even silence was still.

Then her then she.

“Will you come and Messenger me?”

ask the Mourning Lark to the Nightingale.

but sleep was slacking in the snap chat vibe.

Then her then she.

“Have you no time for me to Skype me?”

shriek the Mourning Lark to the Nightingale.

but the message zoomed through inner space.

Then her then she.

so finally the morning lark understood that the Nightingale

would not be disturbed

and so then nestled into Dischord down from instant Graham

Then her then she.