Night and Day

lost gulls dart across

a gusting blue black,

screaming silver bullets piercing

a vague roofscape horizon

that dulls to a silhouette

of early evening grey,

randomly, timidly,

dusk lights begin to

stab the thin sky cloth

pulsing pinpricks of

different coloured gems

blink to tease my eye,

thus, the day’s death

comes swiftly, all sounds

muffled numb, entombed

by a smothering cloak,

we animals quieten

and shy away from the

jeopardy of the night

we curl lulled into sleep

shapes, anxiously awaiting

the reassurance of daylight,

Published by grahamrsherwood