that time of the evening, when one can hear the many birds final roosting talk for evening, through closed windows, shadows have become non-existent as the sky relaxes, no longer bearing the weight of the sun, while the clouds fold into each other obscuring the blue, but not altogether threatening yet of a rain release, the wind sets the leaves,on the longest branches stirring and carries the last of the persistent crows back and forth across my vision to rest as the rabbits, bees, and squirrels are already counting sheep, and those sheep have returned to their pasture barn, when periodically a pine cone releases itself, from 60 feet plus up, causing an attention grabbing “thud” on the roof, before rolling down to rest in the wild yard, between the spent dandelions and tall grass
