Talk:'My Lady's Bat is Dead'/@comment-79.165.43.139-20170810122051/@comment-1743025-20190112223550

Because I had more important things that urgently needed to be done, I felt the need to look this up instead.

From The poems of Gaius Valerius Catullus, Carmina II & III:

II:  Sparrow, my lady's pet, with whom she often plays and holds you in her bosom, or gives you her finger-tip to peck and teases you to bite sharply, whenever she, the bright-shining lady of my love, has 5 a fancy for some dear dainty toying, that (as I think) when the sharper pangs of love abate, she may find some small solace of her pain—ah, might I but play with you as she herself does, and lighten the gloomy 10 cares of my heart! III:  ''Mourn, ye Graces and Loves, and all you whom the Graces love. My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow my lady's pet, whom she loved more than 5 her own eyes; for honey-sweet he was, and knew his mistress as well as a girl knows her very mother. Nor would he stir from her bosom, but hopping now here, now there, still chirped to his mistress alone. 10 Now he goes along the dark road, thither whence they say no one returns. But curse upon you, cursed shades of Orcus, which devour all pretty things! such a pretty sparrow have you taken away from 15 me. Ah, how sad! Ah, poor little bird! All because of you my lady's darling eyes are heavy and red with weeping.''

Call me biased, but I feel worse for the Quiet Deviless than whatever birdhugger Catullus was so infatuated with.

-Bats