Listening to the Whippoorwill
I stood, standing stock-still
Listening to the whippoorwill.
Songs coming from the hidden brush,
Lyrical notes of color rush
To my keenly listening ear,
The night is dark, the sounds draw near.
I sense the bird draw nearer still,
Feeling the cold of winter chill,
As I stood stock-still,
Night grows darker, darker still,
Listening for the whippoorwill.
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That was amazing! Oh, I miss that sound and the sound of Bob White's. I feel like I'm home when I visit back east and hear them, sort of like the familiar sound of a mother calling.
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