tonight has been a rather special night
whimsical whiskers on every alley-cat;
secrets between the lamp-posts,
and every dim-lit window a showcase for butterflies.
tonight has been a rather special night
a mist allowing every dead-end to shine, sinful.
the mist tastes like me.
I taste like the mist.
tonight has been a rather special night
I'm telling you, rats humming tunes red and
somewhat rusty,
stars visible not but with the corner of one's eye
demanding my childish stories,
a frivolous moon declaring:
This Night Shall Never End!
-it did-
still, tonight has been a rather special night.
the mist tastes like me.
I taste lik
