yield... to the sunset
the owl calls a buzzard leisurely flies home to roast
deep in a copse the badger sniffs the air
cautious - curious
dusk approaches soft, enveloping indigo
then black under a canopy of starlight
enticing - all the creatures of the night
where does the light go?
what hides it keeps it
until a new day lights its fire of optimism
that sun arching across the sky
until once more
it submits to yet another sunset
Peter Hunter 2012
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