Dusk
So light
But so dark
Colors, reds and golds
Splayed out across the sky
Traveling down
To say goodnight
Dusk
So quiet
But so loud
Sounds, high pitched and deep
Running through woods, a rustling sound
Flying above, a sweet sound
Flaps of wings heading to children nestled close
Dusk
So still
But so much movement
Hidden behind trees that tower
And house creatures that tell stories
So complex, so detailed
Lives with so much movement
Dusk isn't that still
Isn't that quiet
Isn't that dark
Dusk
Is at 8:36 pm
And that's when
The night life wakes up
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