Twilight approaches
But day will not yield
Even though the light knows that the dark will win.

The setting sun, finally relinquishes the sky to the gloaming,
And the magical creatures begin to stir in the shadows
And dance along the fencelines and hedgerows

I can not see them, but I know they are there,
And they know that I know of them.
We share this special time – not light, not dark.

Then as darkness falls, I give way, and go inside
And leave them to their nightly business.
My fat yellow cat is not so willing to abandon the yard,
He wants to be included in their magic.

I watch him from the window
As he investigates
And decides they can carry on without him.

He comes in and we go about our nightly waltz
Knowing that magical things are happening
In our world.