Eight-line Poems 2

Apology to a Nightingale

Apology to a Nightingale

I’ve never heard a nightingale
at least, I wouldn’t know,
as their prevailing tale maintains
they sing on high not low
and being far beyond my sight
I’d have no clue indeed
whose song it be on that dark night,
which bird my ear it feeds.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab (but see Note)
For Express It In Eight, 03.04.25
Prompt: “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats.
Note: I have cheated slightly on the rhyme scheme in the third line. The rhyme is there but it’s internal instead of at the end.