The Darkening Shadows

The yellow dying sun throws lingering light As the hills are bathed in pastel colours towards night The trees are filled with pink galahs And you can hear their incessant chattering from afar The kangaroos get up and slowly hop around As they graze near waterholes on dusty ground Those that live in the darkening shadows Awake to life in the Outback meadows The campfire light gives an inviting glow As the camp oven is cooking slow It will take off the evening chill A chandelier of stars fits the bill. © Paul Warren Poetry