Quadrille I: Dusk

First in a series of quadrilles written at the weekend.

 

 Sunset_sky

 

On a tree in the dusk,

a blackbird sits,

as daylight fades

to a turquoise blue,

and he sings as he watches

another day die,

for the night is long,

the moon too clear,

and the cats that prowl

have cold eyes of fear.

 

 

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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