Poetry

Monday 18 July 2022

Night market

 Outside my window

There are Owl men

And Snail women who go wandering

And Hedgehog boys who skate their skateboards

And kick stones

And Badgermen fully grown

Like bears

Like wolverines

Running down the road

And the Seagull wives are squawking from the roof tops

And they are all going to the night market

Where everything is sold

And it's a dangerous town at night

You have to watch yourselves

In case the NightOwlmen catch you

And they won't show you no small mercies

But rip you bone from bone

But that's only under the trees

Don't go there alone


Otherwise

Most can be reasonable

Especially if they smell a bargain

A little more gruff at night

I'll grant you, not what you're used to?

Well, yeah

In the day they are friendlier

But at night it is more dog eat dog

The difference is they aren't afraid to show it

Fewer lies, you can't hide it at night

Your eyes, I mean they blaze and everyone can tell a false speaker

So don't ever try to fake it or you're dead


Just remember the rules of the night market

And you'll be fine

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