There she sits motionless
With head resting upon her knees
The corner of this alley shall be her home for this night
"Thank God", she mumbles to herself
For this night will be warm
Stillness is her only friend in a wicked city
Being quiet becomes her nightly strength
Hidden in the shadows of the pale moonlight
That shines through the darken alley-ways
There is a wind that blows through the skyscrapers
Cursing, screaming and yelling
As it slams against the brick walls
That moan the names of the lost and lonely
There are times when she must cover her ears
For the wind speaks to her in evil tongues
It's frightening to this wayward child
As her eyes witness shadows dancing through the allies
Showing themselves as morbid and deformed giants
Running from the headlights of cars
That often make screeching sounds
Eerie echoes to her surroundings in the dark
Cats squealing as they run from discarded paper
As the trash swirls upward from the updrafts of subway grates
Then there are the vocals all hours of the night
Coming from open windows stories high
Depending on the temperature throughout the city
The nightly entertainment costs nothing
As she sleeps with one eye open
Ready to flee upward like the Phoenix
If need be...
