Half-light, half bright
Not quite morning, neither night
The breeze is still, the birds are quiet
A nothing day, an empty riot
The oak stands tall, it's mood contrite
A Robin lands but then takes flight
The earth accepts its solemn plight
A nothing day, the image trite
The fox skulks on, it's tail tucked tight
A russet blur and flash of white
The verdict brought, a bleak indict
A nothing day, a sickly blight
Half light, half bright
Not quite evening, not yet night
It's almost gone, this mild affray
Tomorrow's memory, a nothing day,
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