Iridescent twilight strides like a wooing peacock’s train,
Confidently hovering over la noche’s blue celestial terrain.
Twilight coaxes Sunset to extend her golden slipper tour,
For the sake of adoring hearts uplifted by her gilded star.
Car horns fitted in halogen coats and rubber pumps, crow.
Denizens from the city night buses glow under streetlight,
One curtsies into the night. Two signal skyward at a light,
Perhaps aware the flickering sight, is an orbiting satellite.
Pumpkin street-washing carriages materialize at midnight,
Their many horses tredding on any ideas of sleeping tight.