The Whippoorwill

By Valerie Denay Staton In the dark of night, the whippoorwill cries as it flitters beneath the night’s blue sky. Master of camouflage, heard, seldom seen, is searching for woodland insects to glean. Whippoorwill! Whippoorwill! The nightjar trills, as it glowers and swoops, down for the kill. Insects traversing the forest take heed. For theContinue reading “The Whippoorwill”