The sunset is a beautiful thing
dark red, orange and purple
looks magnificent as it glances
of the swallows wing
but soon the sun will set and
bring with it a terrible thing
the young owl, perched on a
branch gets ready for its first
night flight
the timid mouse in its burrow
both dreading and anticapating
the fast approaching night
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