by Alex D
soft midnight sea
calls upon midnight birdsong
by the hand of Nightingale
clear, mellow trills of masculinity
fly, dear Nightingale, look -
silhouette passes sky's eye
drift over windy waters
rest by the hedgerows overgrowth
little Nightingale
hermaphroditic sprig of scent
white corolla, bright cluster
summer sun rots the nose
peck, peck, peck
Nightingale whistles, he pecks,
hawthorn body, entrapped by beak
fly away yonder, village of thatch
in goes Nightingale
snug against window
down goes hawthorn
away goes he
Nightingale sing
song of mourn, song of lament
by the hand of Nightingale
the peal of harsh dawn fire
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