The lark and the mockingbird and you thought it was over when they went BFF

This is one of the first poems I wrote but when I did I considered it and still do, to be among the greatest of my repertoire. here now is the lark and the mockingbird.

The Lark and the Mockingbird

One night a lark
of a cedar bough he gripped the bark
and of a music he was King
woefully he started to sing

I wish I had a friend that could fly
that we may become friends by and by
so we may go whistling through the trees
singing our hearts out into the breeze
I wish I had a friend that could fly

That night a Mockingbird
which had not heard
the lowly song of the Lark
sat on a twig which was once for the Loon
and opened his soul and sang the very same tune

I wish I had a friend that could fly
that we may become friends by and by
that we may go whistling through the trees
singing our hearts into the breeze
I wish I had a friend that could fly

That night they met in a clearing
the beauty of the place was quite a leering
of each other they stood not aghast
but opened up and sang a duet at last

I wish I had a friend that could fly
that we may become friends by and by
that we may go whistling through the trees
singing our hearts into the breeze
I wish I had a friend that could fly

The birds play was fraught with great bling
they sang many songs till the forest did ring
but they flew so high and as did they sing
that they shattered time itself
and their souls took wing

I wish I had a friend that could fly
that we may become friends by and by
that we may go whistling through the trees
singing our hearts into the breeze
I wish I had a friend that could fly

But the ghosts were not far gone
for where Heaven was most people were wrong
it was in that forest all along
and when you go there you can hear a brand new song

I finally found a friend that could fly
and we became friends by and by
though we shattered the timelines of one another
though we may just be Souls we have each other
I finally found a friend that could fly