As night falls, the bats do flit <br />From the old belfry tower <br />A barn owl silently ghosts <br />Across the flowery meadow <br />A tawny owl in the tall elm <br />Hoots and is answered by its' mate <br />Who sits on the graveyard wall <br />A fox trots by in the lane <br />Down to the farmers fields <br />A badger family plays in the coppice <br />As mice come out to feed <br />On seeds fallen from sacks of grain <br />Stacked in the wooden barn <br />The farmyard tabby is on the prowl <br />While in the brightly lit tavern <br />Pints of ale are being drawn <br />Pleasant talk and friendly laughter <br />Drifts out through the open windows.<br /><br />Marilyn Shepperson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-evening-in-the-village/
