Electric light, orange glow,
hums and flickers out.
Beneath unnatural hue, a deeper gloom,
the pub is turning out.
The alley cats are mewling,
prowling by the bin.
The drunks are cursing keyholes,
knocking, they can’t get in.
The little owl sits hooting,
oblivious to the scene.
The drunks and cats are homebound,
It’s like they’ve never been.
Stillness claims the night,
the moon reveals her face.
The pipistrelles now take to wing,
with elegance and grace.
A lonely fox, chasing scraps,
a hedgehog snuffles through the grass.
The fox has found a morsel,
amongst the broken glass.
Now the sun is rising,
the moon, yawning, says goodbye.
The milk cart hums down the lane,
the songbirds start to fly.
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