She is singing out in the darkness.
Calling to something
and breaking the stillness
that has settled.

A song meant for shadows
and the inky black sky.
Cool and unhurried.
Not the music of day.

The dark is for secrets,
so with composed precision 
she tells of mystery and wonder
in tranquil warbles and trilling. 

But even if none hear,
as the weight of dreams grows heavy,
Earth will remember and welcome
the song of Night Bird.