Please pass the mermaid...



Something not entirely unrelated to current events.


 No night goes by that I don't hear her call.

I swoon in bright moonlight as her serenades fall.

An eerie aria or crooned caterwaul?

Near here? In my ear or is she at all?


 Like a long lullaby, I sleep so intensely.

Her song fills the sky, inspiring immensely.

A tear to an eye, I try singing, densely,

but the notes are so high my squeaking suspends me.


 This sweet sirens song I perceive every eve,

serene and soul strong, evil seas take reprieve.

Her gift, I receive, only because I believe,

bereaved, peeved or relieved, my heart, she'll retrieve.

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