Night’s crowded with cars
Surfing the roads,
Sinister with strangers
Dressed in black

Night lurks,
Chasing itself
A manic midnight bird

Night’s sleepless with insomniacs
Burning at both ends,
Rumbling with trains –
Lickety-cut, lickety-cut

Night slinks through gardens,
Prowls light-footed –
A stealthy enigmatic cat

Night’s full moon
Rides the tide,
Night’s empty with pockets
Turned inside out

Night’s doors bolted shut
After milk-bottles out,
Night’s sush of curtains closed
After lights snuffed black

Night watches –
Waits to catch me out
Posing puzzles
I can never solve

Patrik Gryst (Nom de Plume)


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