Shadows in at the end of the day
With daylight having no more
To say…
Things done in light
Are not as tolerated at night…
The birds stop flying and singing
Their song
Knowing a predator may do them
Wrong…
Shadows in at the end of the day
With daylight having no more
To say…
Things done in light
Are not as tolerated at night…
The birds stop flying and singing
Their song
Knowing a predator may do them
Wrong…