Stillness
In the twilight
Punctuated only
By the call of birds going home
Red sky
Blackened
By clouds of rooks whirling, swirling
A lone duck rises, flies
Over the bridge
Quacking
Muntjack
Deer calling out
From far in the distance
Starlings making patterns in skies
Turning
Crimson
Suddenly the cries are silent
Night has swallowed them up
All are at rest
Silent
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And darkness prevails as the earth grows quiet. Lovely Lorraine ☺
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Thankyou so much Walt. This was the beautiful experience that I had this evening, as darkness fell.
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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What a wonderful image – beautiful Lorraine :O) xx
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I like silent. A wonderful poem shared my friend.
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Thankyou so much John
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