I'Ve Seen So Many

I've seen so many sunsets just like this. Yes, the gentle closing of a spring day. The cats on the fence are afraid to miss their secret daylight duties fore the last ray ascends the trees chased by the shadows of twilight. The children next door sometimes yelling but more muffled now cause night follows and soon they will be jailed for day crimes, so they think, as they are called for the evening. Now all is still, not a leaf moves, slow mode, silhouettes of lighted life, hushed, expecting the appearance of a new god and a new code that will rule the night and finally kiss the dawn. I've seen so many sunsets, just like this