Cobbled Street

Cobbled street is lowly lit with shadows all around. Street lights flicker in the wind and now the rain is falling down. Glistening cobbles under feet as the street winds on further down. Curtains closed but light I see as families within settle down. Cat winds through the iron fence to greet me with a purry meow. His hedges protect him under his canopy as he observes the night for when the mice come out. Cobbled street’s seen centuries of people walking where I walk now. Cobbled street’s heard takes of mystery and seen evil deeds over its ground. Cobbled street cambers unevenly where feet could easily lose purchase of their ground. Cobbled street looks back at me as just another human who once walked down.