The silence of sunset,

Birds return to their nests,

Resting from their day of song.

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Crickets rosin their bows,

Preparing for the evenings symphony,

While crowds await their glorious tune.

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The sun glows mandarin,

As it slowly ducks behind the shadowy horizon,

Echoing in a tense truce between diurnal and nocturnal.

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As the last sliver of day sets,

The orchestra begins their performance,

Breaking the uneasy silence.

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Eerie yet beautiful sounds of nightfall,

Originating from unseen musicians,

Thrill their awestruck audience.

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Wondrous are the players of the night,

Talented and shy, invisible to all except the trained eye,

Hiding behind their curtain of darkness.

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Night is not to be feared, but cherished,

Enveloping its onlookers in the leisurely tune,

Eliciting a most restful slumber.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~