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