It wasn't that the light was left on over night.
It usually is.
The sun swept into the bedroom.
It was an electrical feeling.
Awoken by an eagle of light.
Now as darkness falls, it's dragged down,.
Carried by a raven of night.
A black cat's endeavour.
To chase it away .
The raven absorbed the cat.
Streetlights flickered.
Low in wattage,
Retain the cat's eyes.
And still they're trapped.
Last time a glimpse.
In the midst of tonight.
By tomorrow,
Last night's cat will be alright.
(C) Livvi