Sundown at sylvan

Almost dimmed his big pride
And the Prima donna comes out punctually like a primrose.
Lions yawn and tigers rest; no hunt
It seems to be a hunger strike.
How quiet the jungle when Sun hides
And no Hurly-burly, only the Owl
Bird of prey sings its primitive song while at flying,
'If the night remains forever? '

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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