The slate gray sky was red above the western edge of town Wrapping the day before it heads to bed with soft nightgown. A single sweet glowing gift for those who cared to look Before Aurora’s lamp was lift above the day forsook. Ring ring the bells of evening. Ring slowly deep. Ring steady-sure, Ring ring the sevens proudly pealing. Ring completion of the day’s deeds pure. May the eighth ring be shalom above our silent town,