My senses calm as the day ebbs away
Just a few lone songbirds on the air seem to play
A seagull soars against the evening sky
While old vapour trails disperse and die
The trees in the distance in a rhythmic display
Tell tales to the wind in whose motions they sway
And what of this day just how has it been
Another adventure or was it a dream
For no one can tell me about my revue
As a bat on the prowl flutters around in the gloom
And what of the moon with its own magic charm
As the blackness of night shows her beam to the stars
Until I close my eyes
PTT
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