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.