The Watcher

My eyes slow to adjust in the dusk

Ever search those shadows of twilight

Await perchance a fleeting glance

Of the elusive night nymphs

The bogus movement at lawns edge

Tall grass and hedge row

Drews straining eyes to seek their vision

As the darkness gulps and swallows into night

Fire flies flash amorous code and signal

Interperters to make rendezvous

As the dragons misty breath

Creeps in from the wood

 A cool calmness surrounds

This watcher of the realm

And though no vision appears

All is well

Makay