a/n: I bring you -ahem- *puts on beret* a poem.
oOo
Twelve to twilight
And an osprey looks down
From his perch on the roof
Of an old tenement building.
Across the city,
His brother owl broods
In an abandoned warehouse,
Anxiously preening in the dark.
Twelve to twilight
And the bitter canary
Escapes her cage,
Vanishing into the night.
Her apathetic keeper
Will only watch
As she darts away
And the last light fades.
Twelve to twilight
And there's a dog on the sidewalk.
Once proud, now dead-
The joke's on him.
Pacing on the rooftops
Is the scheming cat.
The dog is dead,
But his work is far from done.