Nightfall smudges the clutter of houses,
awnings, phone wires, power lines,
and sitting still on the back stoop
I am surrounded by life.
Dogs, fenced in, yelp at the silent stalking cats.
Birds talk too, in brief repeated trills
or mourning doves' haunting hoots,
and with a faint flutter of wings
two cardinals alight on the side gate.
A cricket sings somewhere.
Bees home in on their pecan-tree hive
and hovering above the porch floor, a butterfly,
silent and shadowy, seems to mark a sacred spot,
a monument, a grave for the day.
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