Nightingale (Tato Antoni)

An aging cobbler
Seeking ‘mongst the trees
Heard a nightingale
Warbling on the breeze
And paused
To think of kin and fields afar
Before pointing out
Her nest to Evenstar
“Hark, how she bravely singing flies
To fledge her blood
From warring skies”
Then took once more
To finding where I landed
An immigrant
Who well could understand it