Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will…. Boisterous and jubilant, a chorus of birdsong pours through my open window at 4:00 am. Along with the cardinal’s call, another voice harmonizes. Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will I lie still with my eyes closed and recognition dawns. The call is unmistakable.
Whip-poor-will
Whip-poor-will
Whip-poor-will
Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will…. Boisterous and jubilant, a chorus of birdsong pours through my open window at 4:00 am. Along with the cardinal’s call, another voice harmonizes. Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will I lie still with my eyes closed and recognition dawns. The call is unmistakable.