A single Bird flying a Sunset sky

A single bird flying against a sunset sky

Every sunset writes a poem, and the bird carries its verses into the sky.

The metaphor of a single bird flying against a sunset sky illustrates the quiet strength found in being solitary.

It's cool when a bird watches the sunset with me.

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Shakespeare Sonnet 73:

“When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away,

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.”