All's Quiet at Twilight

The distant Hazy yellow street lamps glow
exaggerating the sheen on limey moss,
just before moisture shimmers to frost,
twinkling, as if fairies had scattered their ethereal dust
All was quiet in the twilight of the glen
subterranean caves and hidden Dens...
Until the haunting hoot of an Owl
disturbed an insomniac Rooster, most foul
and just upon the hill
a forlorn skeletal fox crossed ways with the cat
who'd left the remains of his kill,
approaching, quite cautious
whining, cackling, adding to the raucous,
akin to arguing Witches in the night
battling broomsticks, clip rooftops
full flight.
Hark! Something was rummaging, foraging
in the undergrowth -
a hungry mole searching a morsel or grubs,
or an unearthly phantom-ghost?
T'was goblins, elves and pixies surfacing,
kicking up a stink, at the ensuing cacophony of fuss!
Alas, the din died down
they went on their merry way
dispersing into their domains and Caverns
as the glow of the strawberry Super-moon
fades behind clouds that enshroud.
All became quiet once more,
as Witching hour diminished,
the longest night lingered like decades
before the glimmer of breaking Dawn

D.C.M