Night slipped past the setting sun
Dimming embers on the run
Letting shadows slip and slide
Wrapping moments in eventide
Night creatures in caution listen
For silence that follows the calm
When all creatures great and small
Are tucked cozily in their stalls
Coughs and neighs still fill the air
With flutters and garumphs to spare
Enough to bring disgusted scorn
From the sun’s faint yester-morn.
At last there’s quiet except for snores
And hungry creatures taking the floor
To forage in the time allowed
Before deep shadows turn to morn.
This is what I refer to as an altered picture from cutouts, imagination and patience. It is tedious but fun and at the same time taxes your creativity.