On A Wet Monday Night.

Trudging the streets, lead in hand

Steering the dogs through puddles

Across municipal green space

Littered with take away confetti

The steps often taken

On nights such as these.

Plunged into darkness

Where foliage crowds greedily

Gobbling up meagre light

In these lonely corners

Of suburban mystery

On nights such as these.

The tired, jaded pubs

Spew clichéd karaoke

Into the unfortunate ears

Of this passer by

Each word sung a tragedy

On nights such as these.

The walk is often repeated

The animals mainly relieved

Routines reassuringly maintained

Where only the weather

And its seasonal variations

Define nights such as these

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