Till the rise of the morning sun
Till the rise of the morning sun
The Sun’s going down
The washing is dry
An orange coloured frame
Displaying a a bluish grey sky.
Birds that are resting
Until a new dawn
The bats are now waking
As the nighttime calls.
The silhouette of tree’s
Touching the sky
The street lamps not lit
I don’t know why.
The bats swooping down
Put on a display
There getting to close
I move away.
Lift up my head
To a star lit sky
A display of burning gas
Burns way up high.
Now in total darkness
The warmth of the day has gone
A time for the day to rest
Till the rise of the morning sun.
Written by Pat Noon
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