Night Creatures

Like a gecko, that one changes their colours speaks in tongues long then short blue climbing up and down walls clicking translating the draconians’ poetic profusions all are night creatures in the absence of light fluctuations they scurry along the cracks over the white and the black 5 fingers 5 toes, quite quite reptilian, efficient in the chosen environment, useful, amusing a muse, then, when the mourning sun rises, contradictory, scurrilous, misplaced, undeniably ugly, yet cute Night creatures, light framed lone vigils, velvet skinned strict vigilantes on all fours preying Carthusian monks nakedly bathed in absinthe chartreuse through their clicking chants, looking for true through the glass onion peeling back layers shedding skin on a wall 5 fingers, 5 toes amusing a muse Candide Diderot. ‘24 sadeness. enigma.