Thousands of bright spots
The Sodium Vapour street-lights,
At the corner spots,
Shimmering over the water-pool,
Breaking into thousands of illuminated dots,
Creating a visual pattern unique;
And enticing a street kid,
Tired and grim.
Her attention caught,
By the floating bright spots,
All moving, shining like beckoning stars,
Imprisoned in that dirty rain-pool,
Nestling near the edge of
The broken street,
In a pot-hole wide.
On this dark October night,
On a deserted midnight street,
With shuttered-down shops,
No decent human in sight,
Only denizens -
Weeping stray dogs,
Few addicts, immobile,
And a howling wind for
Her sole company.
The home is there -
On the cold marble threshold,
Outside the closed shop,
Where, unknown to the child,
Hover unseen,
Dripping fangs and cruel talons,
Other urban vampires.
