I hear you every night
as I write—
A native of the shadowed world,
your song pierces through silence,
with heart to fight
for a mate.
Night cracks open
with your call,
love answered
beneath the moonlight.
A quiet surrender
at dawn—
to fight again
the next night,
vivid, wild, and full of life,
driven by the relentless passion
of your nightly quest for love.
As I sit again
to write—
your song encourages me
to persist.