all my life my nights have had one thing in common: the call of whippoorwills. i never really paid attention to it, i would get accustomed to them and in my head it was just "the sounds of the night".
but last night, for some reason, i realized how special these sounds are.
even if its the same call over and over again, its a special sound: a song of melancholy, nostalgia, and the feeling of home.
the song that plays when you're deep into the night when everyone else is asleep, or you have woken up early when the sky is still dark, and the tempertrue is just right.

The whippoorwill is commonly heard within its range, but less often seen because of its camouflage. It is named onomatopoeically after its song.

the whipoorwills' song has diffrent symbolisms across cultures: but the most common is death. its said whipperwills have the foresight to detect when a soul departs its body.
i like to think of whippoorwills as more significant of life actually... at the times you hear its song, its usually because you're living at hours when you aren't expected to be active , but to be asleep.
it's the sleepy bird of the night.
It habitats eastern United States and Mexico.

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