Nightjar

An Ambient track : And as we halt, doubtful, in the darkness growing Thicker round us and stranger, full of mysteries, With the first cool night airs upon our faces blowing, A dark shape flaps out from the invisible trees, And slides across our path, a moving clot of night, His wings knocking loudly as he flies along, Startling the stillness. And he fades out of our sight And in his shadowy thicket resumes the song.