the faint ticking of a watch
a lone street light
illuminates a tree
in which a raccoon sits
a car rolls by
the raccoon climes down the tree
running out of sight
silence but the ticking of a watch
the night strips away your sight
but brings out your hearing
the night hides what truly happens
but leaves you free to make it what ever you like
the night protects all those how brave it
and those how don't are none the wiser
