Creatures of the Night
Time’s dark veil floats slowly to Earth
As people of twilight wait for rebirth
A species is stirring, about to take charge
The men of the gloom, dark workers at large
Moonlit toil revealed by the morn
Papers now printed, babies now born
Cities scrubbed clean by fastidious hordes
Nocturnal writers put thoughts into words
Samaritans listen to sad people crying
The carers attend to the sick and the dying
Harvesters counting their catch from the sea
A jailer considers a recidivist’s plea
Men of letters with addresses unknown
Those of the air, many miles have been flown
A glow in the sky tells of morning’s first light
It’s the end of the day for the creatures of night
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