Cimmerian Night

The chorus of crickets fades and dies,

Akin to the setting sun beyond the horizon, and,

Twilight settles to the haunting,

Call of the Loon.

Roosting birds take refuge in silence,

Solitary frog, croaks his courtship, as,

Fireflies flit and dart like shooting stars,

And the Cimmerian night,

Wraps them within its shroud.

Cimmerian, very dark, gloomy, deep, [Cimmerian caverns]


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Fighting to save the sanity of a slightly demented forty something, who is fast approaching becoming a more than slightly demented fifty something ;-) View all posts by Tino

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