Evening time, quiet time, the ticking of the clock.
Oustide the windows, red clouds block
The setting of the sun. Turn on the light
In cozy rooms filled with the day's clutter. Bright
Lamps dispel the growing dark.
Night descends with softly padding feet.
Inside it's warm as day yet not the time to make neat
What's been left behind. Time to rest,
Restore and burrow in the nest.
While outside the sky dims.
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