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Nervous and tired
We wait silently
Hoping to catch
The last late train
Heading home.
Women old and
Stooped over from
The weight of their
Ridiculously large bags
Gaze out at a
Cloud ridden sky
Pigeons roost over head
Staring down hungrily
Waiting for the opportunity
To swoop down upon an unsuspecting victim.
The bell clock hanging
Above the ancient brick chapel
Chimes wearily as if
It also sense that the
End of the day
Was drawing to a final close
A sigh, gentle and soft
Escapes pressed lips as
The waiting draws on
Capturing the rest of us
In its claws of boredom
The last beams of the sun
Touch the horizon goodbye
As the stars peek out
In amazement, night.
Another sigh, this
Of relief as the
Pearl-gray chain
Of smoke can be
Seen chugging along
Slowly making it’s way forward.
Soon the fire will have
Gone out, the house
Made silent for the night,
As we board the
Last late train
Heading home.
And pigeons are just large rats with wings. -.- Gah. They can be pretty, but they get annoying in LARGE groups. Geh. -has lived in a large city before.-
anyways Tremors set #21
Enjoy~