Sunset

I've taken to cuddling up with the children In the garden hammock at twilight To watch the bats come out It's a great way to get them to chat We appear as the sun's setting Make ourselves comfortable Typically they need to trump As soon as I'm unable to escape We watched the sunset reflected last night So it was framed in the kitchen window We noted several spiders in webs In the shrubs watching too, peacefully The sunset is a backdrop to the clouds It looks like the beginning of a painting Waiting for the scene to be filled in As we wait for orange to turn blue/grey It feels quick and we play daft games Recently it's 'what is this name short for' Question: "is Bob short for Bobbert?" Me: "erm no" cue laughter and a trump The other night the sunset sat in the background To a conversation about Kathy I said "the Kathy we know" She thought that was the full name* *we cried laughing for 20 minutes, the spiders in webs probably furious at the interruption. Us, unawares, being painted into that days sunset (My friend is called Aikaterini)