A passerby
A passerby
A passerpasserpasserby
Passing by

Puddles blooming in the night
Their peacefulness disturbed by light
And by footsteps, leaving waves
Not noticing their pretty grace

A cigar's end is smould'ring lowly
The damp is softening it slowly
The scenery will soon be dark
Due to cigar's dying spark

A silent night, no barking dogs
No noise is heard in distant spots
No ambulance, no dialogue
No cat, no gnat, no car, no rogue

A lot more things could be described
But there's no point in doing so
The only living thing this night
Is blind, is deaf, will never know:
A passerby
Passing by