Ode to a Nightingale

Ode to a Nightingale

The summer's night was close
The open window brought cool air
And the voice of a nightingale
Singing it's song so fair.

What cadences, what tone
What trills of fluted sound!
What wild imaginations
Inspire songs that so astound?

As from my broken slumber
I drift once again to sleep
My thought goes to the nightingale
"I wish you'd shut your beak!"