Nightlife

Creatures of the night,
Lurking in the shadows,
Only seen in the dim glow of the streetlights;

See the gathering,
The jukebox rambling,
Voices fill the spaces not permeated by the smoke;

Lizards slither and saunter,
Finding their prey,
The hearts of birds they snatch and slay;

The hours drift by,
Sun begins to rise,
The gathering dissipates into the bright sunshine;

Tomorrow become today,
The time comes to hide
Until the dark shadows once again arrive.

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