Last of the Day's Shimmer

Further afoot, the gatherer
covers ground, searching fields
of market and niche for the kill

Or seeding to till, fresh sprout
or tender shoot to guard.

No birds in the yard,
and the oven's nearly burnt.

Simmering, shimmering fumes
bedeck the haze of sunset
through the screen.

It's now coming forth in song -- move!