Dusk's sky

The birds may forget their colourful feathers,

maybe on their last flight to home everyday.

Those feathers from different flocks, of varying colours

left loose in the sky, too far for earth to pull.

Or is it a gaint chameleon that sleeps all day

and wakes up at dusk to watch the nights,

Stretching out the drowsiness or laze

while it turns to every shade, just above the clouds

Maybe it's a rat that drops pallet from the warehouse

of the best painter from heaven,

when he slowly falls into arms of sleep

after long day's work of creating worlds on canvas

Dont tell me, that it's the fallen fruits,

fruits from the gardens above the clouds

rich from variety, quality and color,

now stamped by travellers onto the clouds

If none of the above, what is it then?

that fills the sky in shades of various hues,

as sky turns to yellow to orange to golden red

and then sink from blood red to midnight blue then a pitchy black?