Sunset
SUNSET
When sun goes over hill at end of day
And draws its purple veil across the sky;
When curlews settle down from work and play
And no more through the twisted branches fly;
The woodsman takes his axe and homeward treads.
Hot meat and tea will end his daily work.
His children now are safe and tucked in beds,
Wrapped ‘gainst the ghosts and goblin-ghouls that lurk.
Now turns the cat to hunting or to fight:
Brown owl hoots joyful as he swoops down slow;
Their eyes are wondrous clear all through the night
The mice are terrified and hide down low.
Two lovers meet and fingers touch in joy:
The sunset is the time for girl and boy.
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For Sara Kendrick's Contest "Sonnet Me"
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