birdsong

 

the last is the owl 

the first is the tanager

in between, the whip-poor-will

 

the owl says i am here

the whip-poor-says the same

insistently

the tanager says the same

with melody 

 

the owl, like me, is awake

at night

the whip-poor-will, like the owl

hunts at night

the tanager rises at first light

so ends my sleepless night

 

 

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-23 at 12:37

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
OOh I like this. Kinda like Wallace Stevens
2019-07-23



Excellent. I wish I knew my birds better!
2019-07-23


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written,Jim. As Frost once said "I am acquainted with the night" seems we both find sleep elusive.
2019-07-23