Whimbrel

Arrived from far  south 

As snow goes the male displays

The nest’s a scrape

A month’s incubating

They share, and both care for them

Summer’s long six weeks

Then the parents leave!

Later, the fledglings migrate

With lonely instinct 

Yet, drifting over fells

The rippling call of genius,

The haunting soundscape

The bubbling echoes of Elysium