sometimes
as I sure many do
i stand and watch

the leaves come gentle down
no sound

and with luck and twilight

the bats arc out

geometric flight

tell no one

all is protected and rightly so

we are creatures of the night
one way or other

up the road by the foxes crossing
lights
protect them from the road

low light
i have that here

deep windows
enough to see

gently

for me gently works best these days