TBB - Counting stars (CROSS/MAYDAY) (poem)
By Gun Roswell
Preface
The Vulture and the Hawk
Preface
Set somewhere in Star Wars the Bad Batch and the Clone Wars galaxy, the Multiverse of Star Wars Fan Fiction and Poetry by Yours Truly
Poetry for the Clones. Just because they all deserve all the odes and homages they can get!
Crosshair had turned into an Ice Vulture. And Commander Mayday?
Well, Mayday would evolve into something else…
Part of the Clone Poems / Crosshair/Mayday Series Notes: Poetry+Dialogue
The Vulture and the Hawk
'Birds of a feather, flock together, even when coming from varied stock.'
The flapping sound of the widest of wings
Familiar now, after a few scary happenings
As the large size bird, something certainly never of heard Well, there was the template of course, of said bird
Alas, being quite a sight intimidating, at least in the beginning
But certainly having gotten used to the pretty sight
Especially when the Ice Vulture himself, was taking up flight
As they all stood staring in awe and admiration at the sight
Crosshair having been the one having gone through the permanent change
Cutting Commander Mayday and his squad from their imperial strings away
Saving them all in one swell-swoop of a snowball's flight
The imps most vile now gone while the troopers escaped undercover of the night
Thankfully, before it ended up being way too late
And this giving them all a new life, an existence quite nice, without so much hate
While having taken up flight, with the clones on his back somewhat in a fright
Against all them pre-considered odds flying towards the brightest of lights Towards a new place, out there into unknown space
The same one they all now call their very home, not there exactly alone
Rather part of all those having gone before
The brethren having all endured a great big fall in the wars
The place though not really mattering much as such
But the fact they were back together with their own kind was a must
The place having been made really hard to find
For the outsiders, those kind only wanting to do them all harm
The perfect most place this side of the unknown universe
Outside of prying eyes, hidden behind a permanent veil of a disguise
Crosshair and Mayday had made their nest together
On the top of the highest mountain from the most softest of feathers
Those having been the former cover of the now bird like sniper
As for Mayday…? Soon after becoming a permanent member
Of the avian races Crosshair had now turned into
Having made the decision to join with his partner
Donning the form of a similar bird of pray
And so as the two together in their bed lay
Staring up at the night skies, filled with the most stars
Mayday was finally ready to break the news
Having chosen the perfect existence, that of a hawk, for sure
"So, love, what do you say of me becoming a similar display of your perfect winged beauty?"
A moment of thought passed, not that it long did last.
"A hawk eh? I'll bet you will look more gorgeous than you already do, those wings adding to the perfection I fell for in you."
Crosshair indeed had lost it big time. But in a good way. His heart no less before even earning the wings and having taken to flight. Mayday, his perfect match in all the ways made to last in the light.
"Tomorrow I will earn my wings and then I would like for us to sing. The song sung by our kin. Long since lost in the lore, alas nothing of it a bore." Mayday's eyes on his partner most adoringly and the chosen song? Well it could only mean one thing. That of wedding bells could be heard. But if and when Crosshair did accept, the proposal at that. Well, remained to be seen, unless…
The grin on Crosshair's face speaking volumes, wanting nothing more than make things official, spending the rest of their existence together in the starlight of millions. The response then quickly to follow.
"My sweetest of sweets you always will be my dearest Mayday. As nothing more do I want in life, than to share it all with you, up there flying in the skies."
Tomorrow was soon present
Surely it was, a Force sent
The change having finally been happening
And so with their wide wings a flapping
Soaring high up into the highest of skies until night fall
The ceremony held, life together waiting the bold
But for this night and many others to follow
They would together spend counting the stars
From the above skies
Their newly formed lives never hollow