Front Yard at Dusk

By Richard Davidson

Torches burn in the twilight's hue
Shadow dances with light
The scent of trees
Soft in the breeze
A whisper upon the night

I stand in perfect silent awe
My arms around my wife's waist
As kittens play
And run astray
So much they have yet to taste

And a mouse is running across the field
Unaware of the hawk circling near
Unfazed by man
It's nature's plan
That cat will first get him, I fear

Such a playful, dangerous balance
Our awareness, and our dream
A gift so rare
Yet everywhere
A leaf upon a stream

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