As evening turns to dusk
A final call from nature\'s day time troop
Heralds the beginning of the night time shift
As weary sun settles in his horizon bed
Content that he made peaceful conversation with sky today
Mrs Moon stirs from day dream slumbers
Half awake refusing to break the spell of her imagination,
If only for a few more nights.
Then out for mischief fox appears
Modern attitudes in an ever growing world of concrete trees and takeaways
Are his instincts now less primal?
Just like us who have become
mere 2d imitations of ourselves in a 5g world?
At least mother earth remembers
Even if she has to think about it for a little while
Someday I think she may forget us all
But then am reminded that it will never happen
Not while spring time romances fire up the blood
And the usual gentility is somewhat tarnished by battle worn knights
And so a final honey fly meanders to wherever they go
Passing moth as she flies blind through the changing of the guard
And then as quick as you like
Day becomes night
And a new set of adventures begin