Walking
in the back lane
The
dim light and shadows
You
hear the silence
The
quiet lane whispering
You
see dogs sniffing
Maybe
about left over food
Maybe
finding a place to urine
The
marks which the dogs leave behind
Sometimes
there are cats
Many
of them meowing away
The
heat of the season
The
parade in the night
Occasionally
cars may pass by
Revving
up the noise in the quiet night
The
low voices of the occupants
It's
the back lane of shadows and light
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