Under the cover of twilight
one by one they come.
Collectors of bones, one and all,
in a labor that's never done.
A lovely tooth here , a precious skull there,
treasures everyone.
Glimmers of light, oh so bright,
day has just begun .
Quickly, quietly, scurry out of sight.
Home to dream of tomorrow's night.
by Flora Thompson
More later , SEE YA!!!
Blessings,
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