Creature of the Night

Wandering through a concrete maze

Full of leaves of trash

Trees of light

Water of oil

Deer of metal


The sun is down, but it is up

I smell something rancid

So that is my dinner


I take it back

To the safe enclosure of the woods

Where the shadows hide me

My face, hidden from the light

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 22 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

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