Dusk Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

Sitting in my relaxing chair
One evening after a hard day
Shadows moving over rooftops
The sun shinning its last few rays

Starlings amass in their hundreds
For a display of aerial manoeuvres
Wondering how they don't collide
As they skirt along the evening sky

Listening to the last round up
Of the chirping of the swallows
Flying from tree top to tree top
Soon the chirping sounds hollow

Moths rise in their thousands
Around the freshly cut lawns
The first bats make an appearance
They will feast away till dawn