... yield... to the sunset...
… 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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