Changing Shifts
In the rays of the setting sun
Day is leaving and evening comes
A doe and fawn nibble a bit
As the animals change their shifts
The wind whispers through the trees
All the days of falling leaves
Slowly falling to the ground
The forest carpet a shade of brown
The coming of the starry night
Is pierced by coyote cries
And sparrows perch on their boughs
Silent and still on limbs somehow
And the moon rises high
Pearl white in the evening sky
And the night dwellers look to it
To light their way a little bit
Then there is the thrush
That rustles ‘round to awaken us
And the deer are there again
In the light as day begins