The day comes to a close,
The shadows lengthen,
The colour slowly gently leaches from the sky
The man sits quiet, on the bench
He sits quiet, night coloured hair.
He looks up, sees the bat flying by
He looks alert, watches it intently
The sky darkens.
Dark midnight colour slowly covers the sky
In the west light fails
The man stands, stretches and enters his sand coloured house
Light spills out across the road and vanishes as the door shuts
Night has come
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