I walk the empty streets at night,
Nothing moves within my sight,
The rain soaked pavements, with orange glow,
Neon lights put on their show.

No one sees me in the darkness,
Deserted shops, completely soulless,
Eerie and mournful are the sounds of the dark,
Scurrying creatures at large in the park.

Still I wander here alone,
Looking for places to make my home,
Searching out things to eat,
Litter bins with scraps of meat.

Amazing just what things I find,
Such wasteful people, you are so kind,
The things you bin, it’s quite unreal,
But no complaints from me, an easy meal.

Skulking round, silent, wary,
Remaining unseen, as some people fear me,
I don’t see why, it’s scraping a living,
You look down your nose, yet you’re hardly forgiving.

I have many guises; I have no set form,
To your sense of society, I’m far from the norm,
I just don’t fit in; I don’t have a place,
You can tell that I’ve lived, by the miles in my face.

Neither your comfort nor blessings are things that I seek,
I only have time for those people that speak,
No sneers or a snarl, an attitude that is selfless,
With a pound or kind word for those of us homeless.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation