Midnights little helper

 

He sweeps,

a shadow in

the darkness, whilst

most of us sleep.

The watchman

catches a sight,

black against black

a void blinking through

the cracks of night,

but otherwise, he is

unseen by most eyes.

 

In the glancing moonlight,

his eyes briefly glint,

dancing yellowy glows

like mysterious

laser beams

searching,

scanning for possible foes.

 

In the sounds of midnight,

where his purred sounds mix

with the ethereal echoes

that are hummed

below earthly sung tones.

So only a small band

hear them buzzing through

the underground fuzz.

 

He slinks into darkness

like water down a drain.

Not fearful of weather,

whether it be high winds or rain.

He just strains to spread

his nightly song.

To aid the watchman in his quest

to rid

the darkness

of those demons that come

and allow us all our

well-earned rest.

 

 

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Kyle