I waste not a drop of ink

On my quill pen

The thoughts I wish to share

Call upon me this morning

The whippoorwill

I hobbled to the front porch

My rickety old bones

Be it on a limb

High in a tree

It sang and sang

As the leaves spiral before me

I thought in delight

If it is telling me

It must go

Only to sing me a farewell song

Till come spring once more

I smiled

Then cast some seed to the ground

Come back to me

Said I to my lovely friend

When the frost has left the mountain

And return spring buds

Then

I'll be longing to hear your lovely song

Once more

Should the winter frost

Take my soul

Sing once more my lovely whippoorwill

For

From Heaven I'll be listening

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