'Lonely'

Another take on the Tritina (a Poetry Form challenge from Poetic Asides.)

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/silhouetted-birds-in-tree-at-dusk-rebekah-mancino.html

‘Lonely’

Her shadow getting long,

The sunset nears, the night-

Fall follows shortly, carrying whispers

Of those ancient songs and other whispers,

Of times forever gone, and long

Forgotten, but waking every night

To teach their sorrow to night-

Ingales until the break of morning, when whispers

Die, and so does the long-

Ing.  For now her long night whispers.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur