Modern Night

Cold air, drifting through naps -
The sun no longer beats the eyes.
At night, sifting through gaps -
Moonlight turns, and then blurs by.
Tap, Tap, Tap on the pavement -
Shadows going everywhere.
Snuffle at the winter scent –
Are they going anywhere?
Battling for warm touches –
Just to see the mirror’s sight.
I rest my head on cushions –
Await my fearless friend – the night -

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 4th October 2004