Whippoorwill

Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night,

Luring me deeper into the dense wood;

Upon hearing me, its body takes flight.

I continue forward, tinged with fright

If I could catch up I surely would.

Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night.

Ahead I glimpse the bird, and though it is slight,

I forge ahead in my cloak and my hood.

Upon hearing me, its body takes flight.

I’m almost upon it; the sky becomes light

The whippoorwill vanishes, as in daylight, it should.

Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night.