The Sunday Whirl


Sunset burns as the stars roll into the edge of evening. The felines chatter their secret adventures on a wooden porch in the night haze, all stretching and yawning, ready to retreat to their beds.

Creatures across the land take the last of the sunset as a sign it’s time to rest. Cows cuddle their calves, ewes nudge their lambs into the straw, chickens settle in their nests of hay, butterflies and even bees in their hive quiet as darkness falls.

All living things are wakened by the roar of the tractor, readying to plow the fields and the noise is not seen as a curse, but a sign of another warm summer day.


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