Magical war

The fresh dew glistens
on the orange grass,
the suns stealing a peak
over walking hills,
while animals fly,
circling over the reservoir
under a full moon.
and a screech from the clouds filled
the air.
slightly muffling the sound
of the trickling water,
falling
with almost no rhythm.
Bang, Bang-Bang, the guns fire, and the wars begin again!

"the suns stealing a peak" - this makes sense but sounds odd.

"over walking hills," - brilliant metaphor.

"under a full moon.
and a screech from the clouds filled" - capital for "and", i don't like sentences beginning with "and".

"slightly muffling the sound " - capital again.

I've read something similar to this before but I can't remember what it was. I thought this was excellent, the juxtaposition was well orchestrated . The imagery is brilliant as I said before. Very inventive.