It comes in the Night
It engulfs the light
Reaching cold fingers
Over the sky
Making what once was sweet blue become ebony
Then it redraws with the sunrise
With the feet of a wolf
With the eye of a cat
With a mind of a million
Thinking only of returning
The next nightfall
It sits waiting in cracks and crevices
And abandoned alleyways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem