Night Games

Ghosts in the night made us all run.

I tripped over a rolling can,

Falling into a space for only for Sardines.

The night was a game, limited only by time,

As we played between streets so dark.

Few light shown out to illuminate our path,

Giving us the perfect kind of cover.

When the time came to go,

The only light I gave heed to was the one by my back door.

-M.E. InkOwl

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