Masked bandit by the window
night creature of constant flight.
You looked at me with sad eyes
then scurried off out of sight.
Around the neighborhood I've seen
you often treading lightly.
Your ashy pelt reveals years long
of survival and scrounging.
On a restless night of many times
deep thoughts I surmised in the dark
as moonbeams come down upon them,
like clockwork each twilight embark.
Truly out of sight...out of mind
a New York revelation spewed.
Strutting existence is for all
but survival is for the few.
DionWorx
New York Minutes; Sober Poetic perspectives...
humorous and provocative insights of New York
as experienced by a native from the other side of the divide.
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