When The Evening Twilight Comes At The Moor Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Totius)

When the evening twilight comes at the moor
then it is that I find the umber-bird there
where it stands on one leg caught in its thoughts
while orange-red the sun does set,
yellow-weavers do twittering fly past,
an owl suddenly does call
and all things do become silent for moments,
the wind brings Your presence to me,
then it is that I find the umber-bird there.

[Reference: Die wêreld is ons woning nie" (The world is not our home) by Totius. Poet's note the owl and the umber-bird (also known as hammer-head, shadow-bird and umbrette) are seen as calling birds for death in some myths where God is the one that gives life.]
© Gert Strydom