The night will come alive

After twilight’s passing

Pinpricks of light

In the fireflies

An electric hum

From cicadas dying

High above in the trees

And the mockingbird

Singing the songs of men

From his invisible perch

Welcoming the night

Casting their magic

To hold back the sun

Until they lose their nightly battle

Once more – Caroline A. Slee

The Gloaming

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