Tiny ants wriggling about

I am here to spout opinions and reflections.

Dead if Night

Day is slipping into night

The buzz of evening on your ears

Not out loud, but still, you say

What will come of today?

 
Night lurks in hollows and trees

Lightning bugs bring the first wave

Cool mist rolls from on high and

Settles on the meadows like squatters

 
The city sleeps tonight

While the other half rejoices

Sirens blare from far off tragedy

Tomorrow’s news tonight

 
Trains and boats drift along

To far off towns and ports

The Police watch as families sleep

Hounds resting at their feet

 
From the distance the sound of life

Big Block Chevy’s and drunken fights

By dawn it’s just an echo 

Carpe Noctem, their battle cry