Dark Copse

Late evening
Crepuscular
Creeps across the copse
Darkling a blackbird
Calls a swift alarm
Naked branches
Etched against
A roseate sky
A ragged solitary rook
Calls towards a roost
And afar
Was that a vixen's cry?

At home I am cushioned
Upon the whispering
Pillows of the night.

JL Nov 25. 17:02