When the last crepuscular rays bathe the marsh in sweet golds and pinks, predation peaks.

Twilight hours inspire nightmares – ethereal veils barely separating the living from the soon to be dead.

Light refracts oddly in this aqueous medium that fosters beguiling shadows. Always remember, there is uncertainty in the shadows.

So, I will hunker down in my refuge – wait the night out. Alone, just before darkness.

 

Note from the author: Many fish are susceptible to predation during dawn and dusk. Predators that feed during these times are called crepuscular predators.