With moonlight glow
A sky that gleams
To each his own
Or so it seems
In stardust haze
Across the night
Where is the answer
It's not in sight
A lone light shimmers
In the Northwest sky
Like faded memories
Of he and I
Nighthawks feed
With steady precision
As I mull over
A regretful decision
The night air crisp
It's almost chilly
Looking back now
Our motive was silly
The whippoorwill sings
His lonely love song
And just like me
His true love is gone
~~Fiddler
p.s. Whippoorwill, a nocturnal goatsucker in the US and Canada, related to the Eurpoean nightjar...
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