“I go down the stairs and out to the beech tree. Its branches bend and pull me in. I sit up to my chin in night and listen for the bird.”

Will Henry find the whippoorwill, the bird no one ever sees? The fireflies in his jar light the way. Each time he draws near, the bird stops singing and flies deeper into the woods. Where will the whippoorwill lead him?

In the fifth book of this series, D. B. Johnson recreates the wonder of Henry David Thoreau’s moonlit walks and shows us Henry’s magical encounter with the night bird.