It started getting gloomy,
as murkier as it could get.
The day ended early,
anxiety creeped up at its best.

Stillness in vicinity
was loud enough to fright,
realized the ability
of silence to make us disquiet.

In the darkness,
I was searching my burrow.
Crashed, bumped, wrong guessed,
I checked the place thorough.

My senses were at work,
functioning overtime.
I lurked in the murk,
this being the survival time.

Traced a gleam in a trice
growing into a blaze.
Day was back gashing the nights,
owing it to the beacon of light!!!

- Kshitija D.
© thepoeticstance