Night, the mystery,

the closed eyes of day

where shadows appear larger

and forbidding.  Lonely dogs

send howls of sadness into

cold air.  Cats prowl on silver paws.

Street lights make an attempt

to provide safety.  Corner clubs

become revived with music.

There is a chorus of moving tires

and workers on buses.  Voices

round corners while alleys are home

to whispers.  Fire escapes become

terraces for gossip.  Diners welcome

late night stragglers.  The dark

cloudless sky is a bowl painted with



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