Poem 8: Night things (unfinished)

A band of silver and purple dust
Spreading through the dark
Deep clouds of hydrogen
Flowing through the middle

Shadows shifting among and through themselves
Deep shades moving, flickering into light
The last band of sun's light
Hinting at the warmth of the day

Nightjar flying between the boughs
Humming and Buzzing to call his mate
Clapping his way down and away
Disappearing into the shades behind
{http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdguide/name/n/nightjar/index.aspx Careful, it's loud}