Amber Nights
Amber Nights
The streets where I live are soft as rugs,
Lamplights of deep amber light them.
A lone, orange tabby trots on his way,
Nobody yelling to f'ind him.
The stars' eyes peek over sleepy trees.
The moon lights a white cat asleep on the deck.
The waterfall drips happily,
On goldfish , so joyful beneath her.
5/28/2019
10pm PST
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