Dusk

In the owl-light of evening the air is humming;

The night, the night, the night is coming!

Everything still in the sun’s last spark,

The world lies in wait for the galloping dark.

Creatures creep out from their lairs underground.

Eyes blink open. Ears twitch around.

And the pitter and patter of scampering feet

Is in time with the rhyme of the oncoming beat,

As faster and faster the black draws in.

Nearer and nearer; it knows it will win.

It snuffs out the sun, and its head is held high

As it spread out its banner, across the whole sky.

And then comes the moon, conquering, clear.

The night, the night, the night is here.

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2 Comments to “Dusk”

  1. Beautiful. I think your adult poems are so poignant.

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