Longer Than the Song of a Whippoorwill
“Longer than the song of a whippoorwill”
I have sung that lyric a thousand times over and never understood it.
I lay here in a bed in my parents house in the middle of no where and listen to this night bird’s cry.
I have never been here this time of year-always busy with finishing up school and Summer Games.
Newly a birder, I open my app to look up a picture of this incessant bird.
He lacks the physical allure of his daytime counterparts.
In short, he is ugly.
I now understand why he is nocturnal.
His song continues and I wonder how many other songs are ignored because the singer is ugly
How many have been forced into the night to be heard?
Because no one would spare them a second glance during the day.
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I really like how the second half of this comes together.
Beautiful message. I love the juxtaposition of length in the lines “Longer than the song of a whippoorwill” and “In short, he is ugly.”
This is just wonderful!
Thank you! It went in a different direction than I had originally intended but I decided to just go with it.
Wow!