WHIPPOORWILLS IN MAY

May is when the moon shines brightest,
Upon plowed fields and hills.
The flowers flaunt their sweet perfume,
As we listen for the Whippoorwills.
The dark of the moon on foggy nights,
Along a deserted dark road -
Red eyes that glare in the headlights,
Hurried flight; their wings explode.
They are a strange nocturnal bird,
That few are gifted to see.
They build their nests upon the ground,
And rarely, in danger, flee.
Their lovely, haunting mating call,
Hints nostalgia to the evening chill.
It is said to capture a departing soul,
That call of the Whippoorwill.
On a rain-swept night, in the mid of May,
As the fog rises slow and still.
With a call to its mate, such a longing sound,
The call of the Whippoorwill.
Jay Cee ~~ ©
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