A Rainy Night and Pilferes

Night came harvesting our sights into his basket of darkness at the same time, the once drizzles on our roof had turned into a rainstorm putting a period to the work of all nerves and eyes for the day — this is a perpetual habit of humans when it is dark and heavily drizzling. in this case, I can’t say the same to the pilferers whose planet I think bears the water strokes of rainfall our night is a morning to them as if they are bats— keeping all night long they crawled to the top of our towering gate as geckos crawl on walls and sneaked into our compound like grass-snake sneaks under grassland and did away with everything their eyes touched, behind our shut eyes, shut ears, and snores how they crossed over our towering gate again with all they took was all they left behind as a question for us to respond after getting out of bed.