Lurking in of Dusk

You're easing into a trance, at the lurking in of dusk,
Aware now of the solitude, everything has hushed.
You're out in a forest, where the shadows are very deep.
Now only the hungry are yet about to creep.

You hear the rustling of leaves every time you walk,
But every time you hesitate, there's a stall from their stalk.
Wild animals are following you: they're tracing your every sound,
So frantically, you are searching for safer higher ground.

Half of the moon disappeared to lessen your light.
Then the cry of a mountain lion, adds unto your fright.
You venture to a box canyon. but the walls are too steep to climb.
Wild animals are closing in, and you are running out of time.

With a mountain lion above and wild dogs below.
You begin to ponder, is there any hope?
Then at eye level in the canyon wall,
You manage to find a hole.

You need a hole to crawl into, one that you can trust,
To peek out your night after the lurking in of dusk