Night Things
This smoke-filled evening eight faces nose
around trees and benches
Hunger outwitting fear quickly the seats
around the food dishes fill.
Dishes empty dusk darkens
the human disappears
The night again owned
by the night things and cats.
Graham Sherwood
Tue 12th Apr 2022 09:04
I really like the brevity of this and the transience. As if we are lucky to witness it. Well done, good work!