at night she walks the streets
listening to the stars
a man nearby puffs on his pipe
a couple walks arm in arm
she can hear the footsteps
behind her in search of easy prey
the poor soul doesn’t know
this lady has bite
- Written in quadrille form for dVerse Poetics: My God, It's Full of Stars. I also threw in yesterday's Quadrille #251 prompt using the word "puff' in a poem.
