Nocturnal Song

Hear the night bird woo
Making much ado
Calling “Whoo, halloo”
To his sweetheart true

Day has bid adieu
Night has cast its hue
All is damp with dew
Round the lovers two
As they rendezvous
Mid the branches blue

Morning light breaks through
Through the branches blue
Day begins anew
And as if on cue
Night bird says, “Shoo, shoo”
To his sweetheart true

When the night is new
And the sounds are few
You will hear him coo
“Whoo-whoo-Whoo, whoo Whoo”

Copyright © 2017 Linda Luna – All Rights Reserved

11/9/2002 ~ My husband and I had turned out the light and were drifting off to sleep. In my half-conscious state, I became aware of the hoot of the neighborhood owl. I had heard him many times before, but this time I listened, paying close attention to the rhythm of his call, even tapping it out with him so as to internalize it. It was then the thought struck me that I should write a poem imitating the rhythm and sound of the owl’s cry. I got out of bed right away, gathered my writing tools and went to work. This poem is the result.