LONELY CALL

I’ve often heard

That lonely call;

A far off whip-poor-will.

I’d stop awhile,

And so intent,

Listen till he’d still.

More oft then not

There’d be some more

Quickly joining in.

The first would stop,

And fly away,

And silence would begin.

But as I stood

In darkness still

They’d start up once again.

I’d listen more

And my reward

Would be completed then.