Still, For the Sake of a Whippoorwill
In the dappled hour between day and twilight,
surged the call of a Nightjar in flight,
a Whippoorwill sang at will,
echoing his trill.
I kept so
still,
and although
quivering with chill,
waited for a female shrill
to answer him while I hid from sight
in the dappled hour between day and twilight
Andaree - 11 Line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Posted on July 13th, 2020
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Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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