The twilight time is almost upon the horizon With stars unusually clear and liberally bright Even the night air is still and almost foreboding Soon the night dwellers will fill the darkness

Occasionally the rustle of leaves can be heard But is the wind of something approaching Moonlight is beginning to pierce the dark And strange shadows are forming all around

On a hillside nearby shapes now appear Or are they just trees swaying in the breeze Imagination at night becomes heightened And every sound is a mystery to explore

Darkness is not to be feared but experienced Stillness away from daytime noises are calming Only the stars and moon for illumination now With a calm and serene pleasure to enjoy

There is renewed sound again from the leaves And now almost the faint perception of eyes Remaining motionless and always observing What creature could be watching from afar

As footsteps grow every closer within view With the faint sound of slow breathing As the shape comes enters into the moonlight Only a few deer foraging nightly for food