A klutz in a kaleidoscope
The contrast of treeline in twilight is stark.
The sun passed means time for the fireflies spark.
Each eve in the forest just before it gets dark
I perceive she implores us to "come stroll the park".
Nearer the nighthawk, owl and whip-or-will
I can clearly hear deer talk, when the wind becomes still.
If a star should then fall, SpLaShInG! sparkle and thrill,
is she calling us all to come chat, chuckle and chill?
Wishing not to intrude, I tread ever so light...
shifting stealthy and shrewd, like a stalker at night...
It's not that I've viewed some unique sight...
My night visions' skewed and me running's a fright.