| I see shadows and silhouettes through my suburban nets, Window-framed against the early evening sky. I see the shifting of the trees sympathising in the breeze, welcoming the night with a regretful sigh. I see the mourning of the shrubs with nonplussed shrugs, to the day's farewell, adieu, good-bye. I see rooftops, angular and acute, almost calculating, astute. Accepting their prey, day's death is nigh. |