No longer do I hear
the call at night
that used to thrill.
I strain, but with my ear
there is no sound,
it’s quite and still.
Now I fear
someone killed
the Whippoorwill
A song that gave me cheer
now silent.
Elegant creature
the wood duck,
who wears a green roman helmet,
red eyes, bronze, gold, and black
with brush stroked white stripes
and a name of injustice.
Another bird of timber
tagged for its top
the red headed wood pecker.
Straight forward, descriptive,
appropriate moniker.
Then there’s the one.
A gray dingy blob with mottled spots,
sleeps in the day, nests in the thickets.
Its song is its epithet,
when heard, its not uncommon,
but when said,
it flows with beauty and eloquence.
Who killed the Whippoorwill
Who named the Whippoorwill
No longer do I hear
the call at night
that used to thrill.
I strain, but with my ear
there is no sound,
it’s quite and still.
Now I fear
someone killed
the Whippoorwill
A song that gave me cheer
now silent.
Elegant creature
the wood duck,
who wears a green roman helmet,
red eyes, bronze, gold, and black
with brush stroked white stripes
and a name of injustice.
Another bird of timber
tagged for its top
the red headed wood pecker.
Straight forward, descriptive,
appropriate moniker.
Then there’s the one.
A gray dingy blob with mottled spots,
sleeps in the day, nests in the thickets.
Its song is its epithet,
when heard, its not uncommon,
but when said,
it flows with beauty and eloquence.
Who killed the Whippoorwill
Who named the Whippoorwill