Sunset on the Wirral

The sky turns a slow orange  as birds drift with the Mersey out to sea.  A couple talk and watch the photographs. Smoke plays round the wind  escaping on the breeze. The sound of which echoes behind through the streets. With the landscape a mile away so drastically different, trees and churches across the water.  The air is still for a moment and the insects come alive.  Crawling up my hairs as the liner crawls along the water.  Three spots of cloud mar the otherwise unblemished sky.  Cobbles and stone against the water.  Near ten and the streets still overflow  the sky seems to have drawn them out,  sun artist painting the streets with people and painted as a skyline sky.  Even silhouettes fade as the sun recedes. The sky turns fast, blue Then black.  The moon dead ahead, After watching the sky turn a slow orange.