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