The sunset on the
trees
The jungle in
twilight
The shadows move in
quiet
The silence from
the birds
The buzzing of
insects
The blood sucking
fly
The smell of warm
blood
In the forest on
sunset
The trees
reflection of shadows
Peeping out from
the branches
Behind the trees
with wide eyes
Clipping in the
twilight
The creatures of
the night
They will wake up
and take ride
Scouting the
silence for the preys
The hungry faces
hunting eyes
The sunset bright
up the trees
Casting shadows
flowing with the whoring wind
Branding its marks
though casually gathering through
The wake -up call
for the night creatures to roam
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