3:30 a.m. the watcher stares
out into the neighbourhood.
It is silent, and dark until
a figure appears plodding
along the street.
Another like the watcher
who can’t sleep this night,
walks alone in its own world.
One night the watcher
will join the figure offering a cuppa...
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