Rapt At Dusk Poem by james watkin
Rapt At Dusk
The stillness of trees
That all look one way
To bid Light adieu.
Who'd know not earwigs
Were boring them through!
From under whose guard
These who in scuttling
Have embraced the dark.
Who'd know not their mas
Were shackled with cark!
Monday, November 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: children,evening,trees
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