Not much but
the whip-o-will's
summer chant.
Whip-o-will
Whippoorwill
What causes
you to
sing so proudly?
Whip-o-will
Whippoorwill
This land,
The Bottoms,
all that remains
is gully washers.
Whip-o-will
Whippoorwill
In the stillness
you sing
of such failures.
Whip-o-will
Whippoorwill
Vociferous
but endangered
in number,
chanter
of summer,
Whip-o-will.