Post 111 (and then some)

the birds whisper their evening song
as the light fades and sky darkens
the activity once here is now gone
and eerie quiet comes [silently] creeping

upon the empty school

Version 2
dark, contrived quiet creeps upon the school
where light fades and soft evening comes [also]
upon the empty halls where birds whisper

Version 3
contrived quiet and darkness creeps
upon the school

where light fades and heralds
soft evening

among the empty halls where
birds whisper

//many ways to play with the same idea and words la... and school is really like this at 7pm on tuesdays... quite frightening really...