At Night when all are fast asleep,
I like to creep about bare-feet
And enjoy the precious time of me,
No longer caged, but walking free.
Creeping past run-down shops,
With windows firmly closed,
Watching all the humans,
Watch them as they doze.
Then crawling up old brick walls,
Until upon the roof I sit,
Enjoying my free time,
And forever cherishing it.
At Night when all are fast asleep,
Around barefooted I do creep,
Clutching hold of liquid time,
Until it's no longer mine.
