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When I heard the call of the Night Bird
on a long ago evening,
It was mournful, melancholy,
and gave me an airy feeling.
Happy, yet so shadowy
was the essence of this lonely song,
This rhapsody was meant for me,
and to me it must belong!
How difficult to define it was,
the conception that came to me,
The beauty of this Night Bird,
and how it set me free.
I listen as the season comes
to adore the Whippoorwill,
It has always come to me,
incessant is the thrill.
Surpassing other feelings,
it is heartfelt, elusive & real.
An emotion that only he can bring---
so deep, reflective, and still.
I cannot put down in words
the wonder that I feel,
The first call of the Whippoorwill
is enchanting and ideal.
Cathy Leming
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