THE NIGHTINGALE AT NIGHT
PLEASANT NIGHT ,
NIGHTINGALE IN SIGHT ,
SITTING ON A TREE,
WAITING FOR GOOD LIGHT.
BEAUTY IN ITS COLOUR ,
CHARM IN ITS TONE,
HAPPINESS IN ITS SIGHT,
MAGIC IN ITS FLIGHT .
NOW SHE IS RESTING ON THE TREE,
IT ALMOST SLEPT AS I COULD SEE.
I STREACHED MY HAND OUT OF THE WINDOW,
KEPT SOME GRAINS FOR THAT LITTLE FELLOW.
NEAR THE NEST I LEFT THEM,
FOR THE BIRD WHICH WAS CREATED.
NOW I CLOSED MY WINDOW ,
WENT BACK TO BED DREAMING,
ABOUT THE BIRD WHICH I JUST SAW
AND HOPED IF SHE WOULD BE THERE FOR ME .
NEXT MORNING I WOKE UP,OPENED THE WINDOW
AND FOUND A FEATHER ,
I GUESS THIS WAS HER WAY TO THANK ME .
FOR THE GRAINS I HAD GIVEN .
SHE NEVER CAME BACK,AFTER THAT
THAT NIGHT WAS THE MOST MEMORABLE NIGHT FOR ME
IT WAS THE FIRST TIME ,I SAW........
I SAW........ ,THE NIGHTINGALE AT NIGHT.
