Ripples of shadows crossed the field,

like racers to the finish.  Birds of all sizes

cut corners above the willowy weeds.

Moths dared themselves into the air to

a line of trees.  A thin dew spread evenly

over leaves and brush.  The change from

day to dusk moved within the sky.

Small creatures scurried swiftly like thieves

on the run.  The ground surrendered days

warmth.  Night commanded darkness, like

a lion standing firm.




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