Jolted by Twilight

Shamed by being unprepared, bewildered, befuddled, I watch nature transition to twilight, ever so aplomb, with birds and mammals crepuscular, they're at their prime, when the daylight fades to muted at twilight time. Birds calls echo like searchlights looking for a mate, as the sun casts red and orange beams into the clouded sky. The shadows grow to long and menacing fingers stretching across the landscape as silhouette puppets that play on the walls, efficacious and audacious. Now the day has begun to fade into night. I tend to nap and daydream in this half-life twilight betwixt between, black and white, day and night. Switching off, muting and blurring my attention, until something in Nature jolts me awake, like an alarm clock, making me bolt up, alarmed. With heart racing, my distraction disarmed, shaken and stirred, awakened and disturbed, I take notice of the gentle glow and flow of twilight, and see what I would otherwise have missed.