Whippoorwill

Whippoorwill Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night, Luring me deeper into the dense wood; Upon hearing me, its body takes flight. I continue forward, tinged with fright If I could catch up I surely would. Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night. Ahead I glimpse the bird, and though it is slight, I forge ahead in my cloak and my hood. Upon hearing me, its body takes flight. I’m almost upon it; the sky becomes light The whippoorwill vanishes, as in daylight it should. Whippoorwill sings in the darkness of night. An Original Villanelle Contest: Poetry Contest L. Milton Hanks Poem Written 3/1/22