At end of day


At end of day

Soft dusk falls slow through fading light

At end of day

Owl hunts ghosts through shadows grey

While shades of day slip into night

And those who sleep curl out of sight

At end of day.

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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.

13 thoughts on “At end of day”

    1. I love watching those moments of change. They don’t last long and it’s easy to miss the change in the light that means either night or day has slipped away.

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