Moi's poems

Stray

I see them

In the darkness.

Little orbs of light

Shining through the black of night.

I see the curvy outline of their bodies.

Silhouetted against the wall of the alleyway.

They are staring at me

Their little shining lights fixed on my face.

Without a home they stray,

Living in this alleyway.

By Emma Woodhead