Scavengers
SCAVENGERS
The night sun buries his face to earth,
Slowly suspending his daily harvest -
Piles of colour and heaps of brightness
In oast house and warm barn.
Rays of darkness
Speed across the twilight
Sky, steal into small corners of the loft,
Scavengers ransacking the day.
Greens devoured by omnivores;
Nothing left but black.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2016
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