the unforgiven

The Unforgiven  In a town where even the law rests and thieves do not break out of prison Oh, this bonny night washing my feet in the pool in the square where fish die for lack of oxygen This is the moment when the unseen the population appears, banished as they are to the sewers eternal darkness. Ah, the plaza bathed in white moonlight and they dance so tender, fur to fur noses to noses. Inhaling the perfumed air of their existence The sacrifice of living underground makes sense when, on a night like this, nature greets them in their heroic effort to keep lessening the waste humans have left behind.