yesternight I remained awake
to see how night is crawling
with a city deserted on street,
I saw the following..
still trees, windless,
small rat running on the bamboo shaft,
fixed by painters,
it sat on the iron window railing
nonchalant to my sitting below,
a big hill of pink cloud moving east
was perhaps blessing the creature.
a bat falling on the banyon branch,
two crafts at different altitudes
towards different directions
night darkness was monotonically declining,
It was only 2am, and suddenly 4am
I watched the rat for 2 hours,
a very small rat that defied all survival instincts
suddenly I dreamt I was drunk,
and found myself waiting for a knock on the door,
I fell asleep and woke up fully sobre at daybreak.
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