Treasure Island

Anthony Stafford

(Atherstone, England)

Devon Twilight

Twilight on a late May evening
up the track past fir trees leaning
birds serenade the coming dusk
an old dog fox lopes by, trailing musk

The shadows fall on bracken cracking
Startled pigeon’s wing-tips smacking
And wispy clouds catch that last brazened ray
Of one more perfect Devon day

Through the grasses gently weaving
Sits a badger, his night work’s scheming
As the bats make their swirling scoot
I hear a tawny owl’s first night-time hoot

and the church bells their last hallows tinkling.
Across the valley, village lights are twinkling
I turn and wander whence I came
to write this down for memory’s shame

Submitted: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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