Sound Of The Whip-Poor-Will Poem by louis rams

Sound of the whip-poor-will

I heard the sound of the whip-poor-will
While sitting upon my window sill
Singing on this summer night, yet hidden out of sight.
The grey / brown colors hide them well
In the forest where they dwell.
Out of my cabin window I looked around
But it was no where to be found.
From dusk to dawn they give us a treat with their sounds " oh so sweet "
The voice of a whip-poor - will must be heard
The most beautiful sound from a bird.
© L. RAMS 062617