Dirk Kruger - Nightfall

the orange color slowly
turns to black
the moon says hello
with it's shiny silvery face instead

a leave falls gently
floating to the ground

a street lamp comes alive
shines it's light on an old man
who loves to sit in the dark

I can hear a car's engine moaning
as it stutters past my house

a bird says goodnight to his friend
as he closes he's eyes off to bed he goes

and somewhere an owl
sing her woo-woo song
to anyone who wants to listen
to the beautiful noise coming from her all night long

it's nightfall in Africa
the frog choir starts to sing
then all of a sudden they are quite
as the crickets starts to kick in

a lonely old bat
twists and twirls in it's lonely flight
call all his friends
but no one has yet to come

night time in my land
Africa is her name

Dirk Kruger

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