The sun sinks low

and the crickets begin

a heavy symphony

for a smoky evening

the church bells ring

punctuated by heavy bass

and progressive metal

screams its melody

across the air

a blast of barking

marks our passage

strangers who encroach

on the street in front of houses

a brisk pace

against the slowness of the setting

a finish to the day in darkness – Caroline A. Slee