at night

The streets become more palpable,
Its cold cement, dark.
In one corner,
You might see,
Splattered with blood,
A carcass of a cat.
No matter how silent it moves,
In death, it creates a rhythm of cracking bones.

The lampposts,
Become the sons of the moon.
Resembling tall men
Wearing stars for a hat,
Guarding the silence of the dark.
You'll find solace at their sight.

Like noisy lovers,
You'll hear the air,
Stroking
The slender body of the leaves.
Conceiving a tone,
That lucidly turns into a lullaby.

The sky becomes
A brunette sea.
Its pearls glistening,
In their solitary space.
The moon, a radiant bended shell.

At night, the world
Starts anew.