the sun goes down
              the trees become shadows
              the neighborhood cats looking out from their windows
              street lamps unlit loom above like gallows
              and so comes on the night.

              the sky's full of clouds, not a star in sight
              the moon is caught in a tree like a kite
              and sirens wailing like dogs in the night
              are fading eerie echoes.

              the grass is cool, there are no mosquitoes
              an airplane sounds like a violoncello
              so who needs promise of tomorrow?
              this is my kind of night.

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Nice alliteration in line #4.

nice poetry...

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