The Mockingbird's Aubade

A foil of tavern darkness amplified
The lyric voice; he whispered to the mic
So soft, so sweetly I was awestruck, like
The damselfly where bird and prey collide:
An iridescent blast, a rainbow-splattered
Sheen to grace the songbird's duller breast.
The reading done, he swept me to his nest,
Devouring me there, so strangely flattered
To be felt and understood.  My Philomel
Could not have known how easy lays are heard
And then forgotten.  Sunrise shames the dark,
And I have changed into a mockingbird
While he, who last night seemed the nightingale,
By morning light now seems, at most, a lark.