Run ye guttersnipes!
into the night, past lanterns
that glow after dusk
‘Tis late—past the hour
the spectral chorus begins,
witching hour is nigh.
Time when the evening
has waned, brawlers served notice ,
and shutters closed for the night.
Button yer collar
pull down your cap…cover cold ears
beware the Crow’s Smile o’er the tavern door.
‘Tis but a birdcage that serves as a jail,
unless and until someone pays the bail!
Sleep safely and warm where you can.
© Sometimes, 2016.
*WORDLE #123, Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie prompt, 10-4-16 https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/10/03/wordle-123-october-3rd-2016/