Day's work is done;
So long, you Sun;
I'm gonna pull up a chair with a cold one,
'Cause the fun's about to begin..

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Blue dims to gray,
Tip-toes away;
In a kind of silent shifting
Daytime's drifting
To the mystic in-between.

​

I witness the slow fade
Of light to evening shade;
Blink, and I'll miss the show that
The good Lord has made.

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How quick you are--

Sunlight for stars;
And in a twinkling you've swapped out the backdrop,
And the feature for the evening's showing
Begins.