George Cooke

Rookie (Sri Lanka)


The gathering darkness begins to enfold
All in its path, rock, squirrel and sparrow.
Casting a pale, over all its sees,
Causing a tension, a sense of unease.

The gradual parting of light, from on high,
To return once more, in time to come.
Robbing all, of the ability to thrive
Until the light of the dawn arrive.

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