lonely nightengale sings with delight at night
through misty shadows, melody is drifting
a minstrel chant creates a soul-searching insight
in darkness, this siren gently chirping.
a lovely taleof beauty streams fathomless
twittering fragility so breathless.
hovering beneath sequined stars voicing wail
sweet mystery of evening hosts nightengale.
*For Joann Grisetti's Copy Cat Contest
*Written by:Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Inspired by:Constance LaFrance's "nightengale" in Rhyme
*My rewrite is using Rispetto form.