At Dusk
Too light for night, too dark for day,
Dusk is in-between,
The time when those out walking
Without lanterns aren't seen.
Diurnal creatures settle down;
Nocturnal ones awake.
The sun and moon catch 40 winks
And give themselves a break.
Unlike the dawn, a spookiness
Gives dusk a tinge of fear,
A feeling that, just out of sight,
Some evil creatures leer.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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