Dark shadows of night lingering somewhere at the tree tops Night birds call as the darkness descends In the air a gloomy chill creating mists that coil and drift above the cold hard ground A haunting voice echoes skyward mingling with the cries of the night birds Coyotes sing and yap eerily Dark shadows of night deepening dawn is a long way away
I love the mixtures of sounds and images in this dark and mysterious poem. Coyotes, night birds, dark shawdows, tree tops. The ending was wonderful too. An eery poem that gave me the chills.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..