Answered.
In its dying moments the sun crept
into haziness making the sky\'s
veils into buttery bands
as end-of-day yellowness swept
flat the tree-lined horizon.
Cows in green fields dun-dappled
by shadows, chewing late cud
trundled along milk-laden
as pail-in-hand maidens tackled
the beasts\' steamy arrival.
Captured and answered the music
of duty that follows slow plod
of men\'s satisfied footsteps
as night casts job ending for some
while others start the final.