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Embers of the day
Lengthening shadows
foretell the shortening day
climbing nieghbours' walls
seeking out the garden sheds,
clambering orchard trees
scrumping apples, darkened lawns.
Gable ends of pretty bungalows
slip into the shade; doors tight shut
and on they go 'til all the town
is mute, and evening comes.
A blackbird basks on the roof ,
one last cry defies the night.
Windows closed and curtains drawn,
on the wall fresh shadows flicker,
the fire fades to sleep and
the dog renews his vigil at my feet
staring at the embers of the day.
foretell the shortening day
climbing nieghbours' walls
seeking out the garden sheds,
clambering orchard trees
scrumping apples, darkened lawns.
Gable ends of pretty bungalows
slip into the shade; doors tight shut
and on they go 'til all the town
is mute, and evening comes.
A blackbird basks on the roof ,
one last cry defies the night.
Windows closed and curtains drawn,
on the wall fresh shadows flicker,
the fire fades to sleep and
the dog renews his vigil at my feet
staring at the embers of the day.
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