Sentinel of the night

Granite, Carved wood decorative pieces, Carved door finial, pyritized brachiopod, croquet ball, piano part.
On back in pencil is inscribed:
I watch with cowled eyes the velvet darkness,,
listening to the night.
In the distance a lone bird cries,
breaking the silence.
Clouds move slowly across the face of the moon
and like a lover removing a diaphanous gown
reveals her glowing skin.
The wind sweeps across the plain
caressing the grass with its soft sound,
and the shafts bend and sway
opening to embrace the gentle pressure of its breath
All is quiet now
yet i see the beginning of the coming attack
it’s fiery portent glowing below the horizon.
Soon the endless battle will begin again
the heat will scorch the evening solitude
and drive the shadows into the ground
The meek have retired,
silencing their bodies lights
till the battle is over.
It is time to sound the alarm,
the tide is turning against us once again
We hide our shadows in the sand
we hide our still small voice in the shadows
We hide and are silent...
Until the dusk comes again to our rescue
and evening triumphs
so we can live free again