Dawn

Mist hugs the forest floor tightly,
Reluctant to relinquish control.
Twisted shapes emerge from the darkness,
Their form changing at the light's tender caress.
Now is the time for change,
Now is the time for magic.
Black shadows crawl sullenly,
Colour-shifting to blue.
Fur gives way to feather,
Grey passes into green
A time of transformation....
The world turns,
The night-shift ends,
The Light holds sway once more.