hesitation on the horizon
sun takes one last look
then dips his flushed face,
blushing at moon’s
flirtations
and oh,
that first dusky moment;
earth-scented,
ever so still
then a splash
of wanton purple
streaks the east
sky dancing
westward
crickets and frogs sing
its arrival
prowling cats become
luminous-eyed tigers,
pouncing at creeping
shadows and
I become a night sound,
rustling
mysterious
in my sheets.
