Crows or Nightingales

If you’re a real damned poet,
I was going to say, “and you know it;"
but, of course, changed my mind
because something so obvious
you can’t pass off as poetry anymore;

anyway, to get back to real damned poetry,
if as you dream or think at the very
instant you begin to wake up that you
hear nightingales, and it turns out to be crows;
but you desperately want nightingales,

it leaves you wondering all day...
or is it “wandering all day?”
see what I mean? ...maybe both...
...if you’re a real damned poet or not.
I think poets are supposed to know these things.