Dawn, scans the treeline,  searching

for dusk, the heat of noon hides him

behind a mask of light. The bottle in

Dawn’s  grip contains a magic porridge,

which once inside Dusks belly causes

lethargy, Dusk waits for Dawn, for the

game to begin within the his strange cottage

with shimmering walls of light a trap

waiting to become a cage. Dawn is clever

for she knows to win she must loose

becoming a firefly , she zooms though

a gap, a slither of shadow while Dusk

takes a nap, coating him in porridge and

pushing him out for the to end so the

morning  can come about.