Street lamps penetrate the dark
like giant glow-worms.
Confused moths, blind to a false sun,
dive in crazed abandon.
Mist wraps damp fingers round my throat
like a cold silk scarf.
A black shape streaks across the street
and over a garden wall.
Low growls break the silence.
“Leave it. Bad dog. Good dog.”
A ribbon of light blinks cheerfully
through cracks in curtains as
shadow puppets dance their night time rituals.
The dog presses his warm wet nose
in the palm of my hand and smiles.
White teeth gleaming.
We follow the glow bugs home.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2017