Twilight

Cranberry skies fade to a peach cream moon, Radiating its light on sand stone monoliths. Crisp night feathers darkness like a curtain, Pine tree finger silhouettes on ancient rocks. Cougar cry rasps the silence, startling an owl, Whose whisper wings soar above the ridges. A cold breeze pushes sand into waterless waves, Reflective dark streams in moons increasing light. Sidewinder breaks the glowing lines mixing black white, Subtle rattles in a rhythmic pattern of sound. Kangaroo rat races to the sheltering cliffs, In jumping erratic drive, escaping death this time. Tiny foot prints in the sand, S curves behind, Washed away by the persistent wind.