Just Beyond Twilight

There . . .
Sunshine’s gone,
it’s just beyond twilight,
vision is at it’s worst,
the eyes haven’t quite
recovered from light’s glare,
night vision
hasn’t quite set in,
and yet –
there are subdued shadows
if one looks, movement, and
screams, if one listens,
brushing against ones skin,
could be the wind,
but too solid,
almost a push,
and then, stars push
through the dark,
city lights
come into focus,
half-a- moon is above
the trees,
night time sounds
are what one hears,
animals and people
of the night
are what one sees,
but always, always,
there’s that feeling,
that touch,
that screaming,
lurking, waiting,

for the unwary.

© wesley james beard, jr.