the owls line up
in the vicinity;
street lamps
switch on;
traffic trundling by
with homeward bound
hungry crowds.
the kitchens hives
of domestic industry
as broadcasts
prepare to invade
the living rooms
of the temporary retired.
night falls.
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Hard to beat this type of poem.You have captured well, without any fuss, that time of evening when there is a quiet time of rest.