Out On the Streets

I roam the streets at night, Looking people stare in fright, As I walk past, There is a cast. Shadows hiding in the alleyways, Comforting homes to strays, Rats scatter, As trash clatters. Into the dumpster they go, There is a lot of them that flow, This way and that, Some of them fat. The rain starts nice and slow, Then hits hard with it's windy blow, Catching coats, People covering their throats. Hurrying, scurrying, To get away, From the rain that sways. Finally lifting, To see the stars drifting, The box next to the trash, Is where I lay to thrash. Ignoring the snickers, As the lights flicker, Finally sleeping, I'm dreaming.