Night slipped past the setting sunDimming embers on the run Letting shadows slip and slide Wrapping moments in eventide
Night creatures in caution listen For silence that follows the calm When all creatures great and small Are tucked cozily in their stalls
Coughs and neighs still fill the air With flutters and garumphs to spare Enough to bring disgusted scorn From the sun's faint yester-morn.
At last there's quiet except for snores And hungry creatures taking the floor To forage in the time allowed Before deep shadows turn to morn.
This is what I refer to as an altered picture from cutouts, imagination and patience. It is tedious but fun and at the same time taxes your creativity.