This is a poem that I wrote describing a bird known as a Nightingale. It is a tale about the song that the Nightingale sings and the crowd that gathers each night because of the beautiful tune. The tune causes listeners to experience both sadness and joy. I describe its habitat and create an understanding that the Nightingale has been around for a long time and will be for a long time to come singing his song.
An elegant fowl from an English land with quite a melodious tune.
He serenades the listening herd by the pale light of the moon.
Come ye near and far and hear a wholesome tale.
Told just as it was by a sprightly Nightingale.
Beauty lives in the forest nesting among the thicket.
Impressing upon those that hear, a certain kind of magic.
Utterances of trills and whistles are made without error.
Creating the understanding of an excellent lineage owned by the song bearer.
He is a songstress by night.
Singing til dawn’s early light.
Generating sadness with joy.
Captured in chorus a magnificent story.
His throat mimics ventriloquism with semblance of sounds like tiny glass bells,
heard from corner to corner around the English dells.
The Nightingale in all of his glory,
shall never be prey to quarry.
The story told through mystical tune
will endure forever-more from the old world to new,
identifying the unique sound of the Nightingale’s croon.
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