Cobblestones gossip all over town
Two centuries whence first one laid down
Heels and skirmish, window tossed soils
Linens encroach, societies toile.

Carts drawn by hoof, willow sprig snap
Air drenched in thick, fog laden foul
Trenchcoat and top hat twenty feet tall
Lit from behind, a shadowy sight.

Whispering footsteps
Non-moon lit night.

Echoed drunken cheer
Off stone pillared walls
Tankards in clunk
There is no last call!

As the fireplace snaps and crackles out heat
Bartender serves scotch whiskey that's neat.

Anything goes this time of night
Backroom ballads
Justified fights.

Slaps on the a-ss
Cackling laugh
More drinks in pour
Corner leaned staff.

As the rats run the walls where the cobblestone meets
Growing in size with the same size of feet.
Lit from behind, a shadowy sight.

Whispering footsteps
Non-moon lit night.

Cats in the alley
Frosted hot breath
Territorial claim
One victim lame.

While the cobblestones gossip
With so much to say
It's only one night
That soon will be day.

Screams of pleasure
So distantly call
Not the first one heard
Nor the end of it all.

....

This is one night
Of many
Those cobblestones know.


~Bentlee~