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                                Twilight from an attic window


The sun bids the city streets farewell.

Lingering on the far horizon the dying embers of his fiery countnance
paint the skies in twilight colors
High above in the stratosphere vapor trails crisscross the pale canvas
White tendrils turn to gold touched by fingers of light
reaching hevenward in one last gesture of defience.

A sharp report rings out shattering the near silence, sending a thousand starlings screeching high above the streets.
Reeling twisting and turning, one collective mind guiding and synchronising every twist and turn of their headlong flight.

Pinpoints of light at first shy and demure, await the darkness.
Soon they will transform themselves Camielion like in all their                        eyecatching glory.                                                                                   
Briliant reds greens and garish orange
each vieing to catch the eye in the dark city streets.

Around them Neon lights rude and obtrusive                                                       
try in vain to push back the night.

High above the city streets and avenues
insects are held captive in the glare of electric blue lights.                                   
Held captive in prisons without walls.                                                             
Unable or unwilling to brake free from the hypnotic light
which brings a kind of madness, as they dash themselves in headlong flight
against the burning rods.

A cloak of darkness now covers the city,hiding her imperfections                                bedecked in garish jewels shimmering in the dark.
Like Cinderella however she must revert to sackcloth and ashes as the sun rises
once more laying bare every wart and imperfection. 


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