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Tis the nighthawk

Tis the nighthawk

Tis the nighthawk
not the nightingale
that ushers in May days.
The bugs above the rooftops flail
and become the meals of Spring.
Hawks feed their young;
they fly; they squawk;
They fill the air with wings
They do not trill sweet melodies.
They do not sing of lifelong sorrow
hidden in the trees.
Oh Romeo, tis not the lark
nor nightingale you hear,
tis but the joy of soaring hawks
that sing of love, pure love, our love,
winging on a breeze.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.69] 2008-05-15

Nighthawk: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nighthawk

In Europe the nightjar is a related bird.

ME:

Well, I remembered to buy milk. That's as far as I got today. It was college graduation day and I went the previous years, but it's a long walk and the day was warm and, well, I just didn't go. I too graduated on the 18th of May ... many many moons ago.

And it's my friend-from-high-school Mark's birthday. I didn't call ... but I remembered!

Juan Araoz from two years ago. I keep in touch with his brother Gaston in Bolivia.

BLOGVILLE:

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