An unkindness of ravens

Walking through misty fields

A kestrel screeches in despair

Or so it seems in the distance

An unkindness of ravens circling

Darkness is falling along with the drizzle

The cloud of starlings dances

Nature’s going to take a nap

The army of frogs is ready to take over

When the day is peacefully turning into night

And the voices quiet down

While some sounds still echo on over the lochs

The last skein of geese flies over

Time for the night owls to appear

© KH