The Things Of The Night

January 25, 2022

 

 

Once when I was young
and afoot in an unknown city
and was refused lodgings
in an abandoned factory
and had nowhere to turn
I thought I understood
the things of the night.
But, no, I did not.

And, then again, one long ago year
I crept dangling from my fingertips
along a bridge to nowhere
I thought I might at last know
the things of the night.
But I did not.

It wasn’t until the years passed me by
and I found myself graybearded and alone,
here with my books and my black cat,
that I think I might at last
understand those things of the night.
I know them well now, you see.
Just me, my cat and the night.
What more a man might need I do not know.

 

 

Will Mayo

Will Mayo lives in one of the most haunted towns of the United States of America with his six-toed cat Velvet and a couple of rooms of mostly unread books. He currently has two books available on Amazon. One is Hoodoo Voodoo and the other is Dreams Of Mongolia. He hopes you enjoy the read.

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