published in Barnet Competition Anthology,

2003, ISBN 900 287 12 9

Dusk – Maes Mawr Farm

Night is beginning

the air blue-black, clear,

dark sparkled with insects.

It’s nine and the first bats

stretch into the night

silent as they swoop.

Soon the air will darken,

the trees become shadows

shaped by stars.

I’m held in the night,

still as the shells in the stone

that warms my back.

As quiet as the bats

that do not disturb my dreams.

Anthony Fisher

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