Nocturne

Night Birds Indigo by Sea Moon

And now the little nightbirds all are sleeping.

A froggy chorus rides the evening air.

High in the cedar, mourning doves are calling;

in the topmost branch, they've found

some  purchase there.

The dusky light creeps softly down the mountain.

The heron on one leg folds up her wing.

Owl swoops the tall grass searching for her dinner.

 Around the pond the  noisy crickets sing.

Onto the darkening pasture
creeps the nightfall,
atop the barn, a silver slice of moon.
The stars wink on. The twilight turns
to darkness. It's time to sleep.  
Morning will come too soon.

At Real Toads, Kerry has requested a nocturne, which she explains is a night song, which should be lyrical rather than narrative,  create mood and atmosphere, and focus on what is felt rather than understood.