At Twilight Time

Hush! What's that? Not to be 
alarmed, it's only small feathered
creatures rustling in the trees, you
know, settling down for the night.
Hadn't you noticed the lengthening
shadows, the stealth entrance of
dusk hovering above the sun's
late-day illumination of the forest?
Amazing, isn't it, how swiftly the
light fails, we hardly begin to notice
it until the shadows evaporate and
light creeps away for the remainder
of the day while the dark of night
shifts into view and we wonder
where all the hours have gone. Look,
look up there, those clouds are now
completely overtaking the sun
loathe to retire, to sink below the
horizon, eager to continue its high
and mighty course across the sky
and it most certainly will do so
only visibly not on this side of 
the equator as we spin on our axis
and slowly turn blinding ourselves.