You play around in the city
As I prance around the night
Yours is one of mortar
Mine is one of fright
Living in a jungle of darkness beats trying in the neon lights
You belong there
I thrive here
You want to be seen
I vanish from sight
You're just another face in the crowd
As I remain faceless-
Facing the mysteries I encounter under a starry night
The lights in your city flicker
The stars above my jungle twinkle in the shape of a Jaguar without rubber wheels that roll on gravel
I rub my whiskers against a rubber tree
Leaving my scent for a frisky feline to follow me into nocturnal oblivion
And, dance along the silvery silhouetted river where shadows skip on cobblestones
And fire flies buzz and pop like embers from a camp fire
You drink out of glasses at bars
We lap up sips of silver from moonlit lakes, lounging on the shore, swirling in the sand, and purring...
You listen to music
We hunt to the beat of the night
Under a screechy owl fight
You belong there
We thrive here
About the Creator
Tony Martello
Inspired by salt and surf, Tony delivers the fun depth of the short form story
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