Listening to Chuck-will's-widow
singing the same song
of loneliness as nightjars
pulling at my heart
when I should be sleeping
with the cruise of the night
and dreaming of my rocking horse
with a wink from mom's eye
sailing off in a wooden shoe
listening to Chuck-will's-widow
and saying my prayers...
Amen
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