Secret held delight now a star shape manifests from behind the colour of saturated dusk,
Fox cry little morning as nocturnals cease their dreaming with toothy yawns and stretching limbs,
Cool blanket pulled snug in the lick of fresh and deep blue shade in a tapestry of trunk within,
Jostled leaves rumble slowly on the moments of moving breeze adjusting in slight dances seen,
Cotton clouds gradually crumble between the flickering sunset rust as the moon slides from the trees.
Rowan Blair Colver
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