Rain splattered to the cold concrete floor
The air stilled, as the sirens roared
The birds had stopped, they were no more
The silence is haunting, a penny would drop
In the distance, clouds of grey
Rose up into the night
The owls would pray
A bat would swoop, forgotten in its glory
Dogs would whine, the taste now gone
Their ears would listen, for that perfect song
They stare with knowledge, a force unknown
They watch the day as it passes by and the night as it dissolves, the stars to bright
They howl, they sing, they capture and dance
The fire in their belly's, lit to the brim
Oh, human friends, a sorcery untouched
Don't you know, we watch and wait
Until our final end is shut with an abrupt
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
