you slip through the shadows night hawk
fading from black to vibrant
and peaking when the dawn rises
your energy amazes me
itches at my skin
with no indication of disease
or happiness.

you won't follow me night owl
you've created a harmony
within yourself
and i find
i'm a bit envious of that
do you hear the calls
of the morning sun?
like a puppy, i'm enthusiastic for the thought of love
and my bounding up the stairs
gives you warning of my approach.

do you sit still nightingale
or are your eyes frantically
searching for the next exit?