There is that,

what once were lingering moments

between crickets and sunrise sky dappled with soft grey light widening

As a redtail hawk mama calls in her talons

full with her young’s plump breakfast still warm

just shaken loose deep from ground up

startled at this awakening rudely

Soon,  as digesting enough for more hunger

evening fades where stars find refuge

deep beyond cloak of day exposed

no more
into hiding then starting over again