Requiem to the Night
Her song is heard in the night, the songbird's symphony,
As every sad note gives us solace sung in the darkness.
Each refrain, a reflection in the moonlight, its fine melody.
Long shadows cast across the scene, adding to the mood,
June bugs, crickets, all join, providing an accompaniment,
A Bullfrog's croak in the distant swamp, as if then to intrude.
Wild geese flying by a moon, gives promise to the serenade,
Alligators groan in their swampy domain, as a reminder still,
Daylight peeks beneath the clouds, there soon a promenade.
Nightbird singing in heartfelt praise, the song all know so well,
Gives the requiem accountability, heard over hills, in the glen,
The sounds heard as if meant to announce, its charming spell.
A musical gala now breaks, a once silent arena, about its banks,
No more, the downcast atmosphere, highlighted by a lonely loon,
Brightness forms around the place, as if all are giving their thanks.