A POEM A DAY - TWILIGHT




I am fortunate to have a wonderful view from my third floor roof terrace, looking out over the village, with the hills framing the valley. The sun drops over this horizon and we can have beautiful sunsets, with the colour of the sky changing rapidly from golds to shades of pink and purple to the deepest, night blue. At this time of night the sky is alive with swallows and bats chasing insects at dusk. Whilst the birds swoop, the bats flitter, their flight passing the field of vision so quickly they are impossible to focus on. The feeding frenzy ends as suddenly as it begins, as night falls and they leave the sky to roost for the night. 

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