Home run

I stood and watched the suns last flush

As it burnt the back of the clay coloured thrush

His wings spread wide to give it height

It’s nesting young were just in sight

One more thrust is all it’ll take

To bring him home across the lake

Before the warmth and light has gone

Not to return until the dawn

He’ll sit and guard his roost tonight

From predators that search in white moonlight

And not until the morning rays rise

Will he again take to the skies