The Setting Sun

A crimson sky breaks the distant shore, The village Elder telling a story of folklore, The children laugh and play joyfully, Their laughs echoing happily, The mothers hold their babies close, Families sitting by the fire, with the ones they love most, Nearby owls listen in a tree, “Cloaked by the night, they’re not scared, they’re free”, A distant howl, travels to their ears, They ought to be frightened, but they haven’t in years, They know they are safe, they respect the wildlife, They no longer sharpen the blades of their knife, The moon is high in the sky, The feast is over for that night, The villagers have a smile upon their face, Excited for the next gathering in a few days.