song of the nightjar (villanelle)

secretly whispers on evening wings
softly lamenting the fading light
brushing against a mouth that sings

settles lightly where a cobweb clings
fluttering though the breeze be slight
secretly whispers on evening wings

beware dark melodies that bring
tormented creatures of the night
brushing against a mouth that sings

hovers gently over fairy rings
calling quietly for his own delight
secretly whispers on evening wings

swoops where faintest shadows fling
from startled creatures taking flight
brushing against a mouth that sings

such sweetness from a note that rings
before the first night star shines bright
secretly whispers on evening wings
brushing against a mouth that sings