Oh nightingale where could you be?
The answer truly seems unclear.
I have been searching franticly,
since the day you disappeared.
Was your departure voluntary?
Did you need some time away?
Were you just a helpless victim
a casualty of foul play?
A spot of blood, one lone feather,
were the only clues in sight.
When you mysteriously disappeared
on a frigid December's night.
No eyewitnesses, no motives,
no murder weapons at the scene.
Was you premature departure
just a figment of my dreams?