Before The Dusk The Bats

before the dusk the bats rotate around the city skies flapping their black wings into the face of coming thunderstorms that loom rolled from the immense heavens' heights below to where the tired City to sleep prepares. Ay! The first thunder-bolt be rolled Down hurled from heavens immense And the clouds gathering And lightning follows as The dog follows its master The pointed steeple lights A flash - then goes The storm has begun and Has announced this. Resigned The City bends her head As flowers in Hastings Gardens The eyes quiver, quiver, quiver Sleep. Dusk has begun. Its edge is skipped And continues the roaring storm Destined long for a long night Chill and resigned