Catwalk In the Dark

I do not hear the sound of evening rumors nor watch the smoky breath of patrons lore the pavement hugs my feet and I let go back to the dusk like a desolate cat ; The river is a gent in motion to and fro lifting off the veil the green eyes glow No need to look behind ...I walk with the essence of soft shadows right behind... I do not hear the sound of evening rumors nor watch the smoky breath of patrons lore the pavement hugs my feet and I let go its a catwalk in the dark, a desolate cat. August 11, 2018