The Whipporwill

Imagine you're a Whipporwill

Perched atop a window sill

Perhaps atop a daffodil

Or maybe even on a hill

You spread your wings and then ascend

To be among your feathered friends

Stopping every now and then

Before ascending yet again

Your journey takes you to a tree

That you glide to effortlessly

And sit in so as to see

To what extent you are free

Free to fly anywhere

Free to fly from here to there 

And have a friend with whom to share 

Your adventures in the air

Then the smiles that you've given me

Cemented in my memory

For all of eternity

Just like certain poetry 

You can give to that friend

Before ascending yet again

To a place where you'll feel free

Where you can glide to effortlessly