OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS. , Lag 
Around our heads, the bat, on leathern wings, 
In airy circles wheels his sudden flight; 
The Whippoorwill, in distant forests, sings 
Her loud, unvaried song; and o’er the night 
The boding Owl upon the evening gale, 
Sends forth her wild and melancholy wail. 
The first sweet hour of gentle evening flies, 
On downy pinions to eternal rest; 
Along the vale the balmy breezes rise, 
Fanning the languid boughs; while in the west 
The last faint streaks of daylight die away, 
And night and silence close the summer day. 
QUESTIONS. 
In what way does the Whippoorwill differ from 
other birds? 
What other bird is much like the Whippoorwill ? 
At what time of day might we find one? 
Have you ever seen one? If so, tell all about it. 
What have you read about the Whippoorwill ? 
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