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Songbird of the Night
I SAT by my window late one night, When sleep just would not come, There was not a soul in sight, The air was quiet and calm.
Then came the rustling sound of leaves, From an old oak tree nearby, I thought my ears had been deceived, Till it finally caught my eye
There, under the pale moonlight, Its cream-white feathers gleamed, Its sparkling eyes were sharp and bright, Like a creature from one’s dream.
And when it broke into a song, T’was the sweetest I’d ever heard, I sat and listened all night long, Though no one else had stirred.
When dawn approached and darkness fled, It vanished suddenly from sight, I climbed back into my little bed, I’d been awake all night!
Night after night I stood by my window, Waiting to hear the fluttering of wings, Hoping for a glimmer in the midst of shadows, Longing to hear the songbird sing.
But I waited and hoped in vain, For never again did I see, The mysterious songbird that came, To nestle in that old oak tree. *Rajwinraj*
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