The day ends as the sun sets
With a shell coloured sky
A delight of pinks to cream nacre
The birds are already resting
Except for the brown falcon
Gliding silently
On his last vigil tour
Looking for a lucky strike
'Tis the hour when mankind feeds
No stinking screaming motor
Dares disturb the peace
Save for the frogs mating chorus
Rising in the mist of a wintery evening
The last pale rays pierce
Through the black trunks
Morphing the landscape back
Into the flat setting
Of a Chinese puppet show
From the delicate tinge of a cloud
The sliver of moon swings slowly upwards
Into the incoming twilight
The homestead lights
Call a warm 'welcome back'
To which I do not resist
Thus ending this walk.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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