Sun's head on horizon rests
Foraging birds return to the nests
The Whippoorwill no longer sings
As it rests with folded wings
From bubbling brook to peaceful glades
The light so ever slowly fades
All the world, each hill and dale
Is covered by black velvet veil
Peaceful, restful dark delight
Mysterious, heavenly quiet- Night
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
Gentle, lulling words that take us to a peaceful,
mysterious night time world…
Diana…🍃
Ron