As night falls, the bats do flit
From the old belfry tower
A barn owl silently ghosts
Across the flowery meadow
A tawny owl in the tall elm
Hoots and is answered by its' mate
Who sits on the graveyard wall
A fox trots by in the lane
Down to the farmers fields
A badger family plays in the coppice
As mice come out to feed
On seeds fallen from sacks of grain
Stacked in the wooden barn
The farmyard tabby is on the prowl
While in the brightly lit tavern
Pints of ale are being drawn
Pleasant talk and friendly laughter
Drifts out through the open windows.
Marilyn Shepperson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-evening-in-the-village/
