Evening
There is such serenity to a garden with night coming on. I sit in the lawn chair by the fire pit and sing one last song. The chickens squabble for the best spot on their perches. The once-vivid sunset slowly fades. The last of the songbirds flit by to find a safe perch for the night. The fireflies rise from the grass and garden and lazily flash for their ladies. The neighbors’ cat luxuriously and stealthily slinks from the old stump into the corn looking for mice. The coyotes bark in the distance. Then it is darkens and I must go in.