Days End
an indian flute
echoes across the valley
as twilight decends
creatures of the light
now seek shelter for the night.
a horned owl ascends
the pace of life slows
hunters of the night now roam
looking for their prey
the air fills with dew
as moonlight peeks through the trees
night's replaced the day
Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012
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