Almost
Summer's end once again is almost here
But I welcome the disappearance of high heat with cheer
Even though I will miss my whip-poor-will's song
He sings at twilight a most rapturous song
His symphonic melody adds a special savor here
And creates anticipation for each evening's cheer
When he visits, heart filled, then releases his music's cheer
It makes me want to learn his undulating song
Then day after day all winter long there'd be music here
Evenings here then would end with cheer, and morns would begin with song
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