Fading light

The skies darken.
Steely grey.
A crow calls.
From far away.

A lonely swan.
No place to go.
He drifts awhile.
His spirits low.

I'm all alone.
All gone but me.
So get a move on.
It's time for tea...




Oops... sorry about the ending.
It just kinda slipped out... : )


And that flippin' house is still for sale.
I should of photoshopped the For Sale sign out of there.

Bother.
Next time..