At the Edge of the Meadow
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John

At the edge of the meadow
Darkness descends
Fat black crickets chirp
Another day ends

At the edge of the meadow
A lark trills its song
A great horned owl hoots
All night long

At the edge of the meadow
With the moon riding high
The breeze through the trees
Creates a mournful sigh

At the edge of the meadow
Night sounds are gone
Sunrise paints the sky
For a colourful dawn

At the edge of the meadow
 

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