School: James Gillespie’s High School, Edinburgh
Grim tenements lurk in the shadows
Leering down at the few night-time residents.
A late night ambulance screams past
to rescue a weary soul.
Rats slip into the shadowed stage,
Scrambling through the disturbed alleys.
Late night dwellers totter through the City
the only time they socialize with thugs and vagabonds.
A night bus whizzes past to meet itsfirst passengers.
Smirking office blocks leer towards
Lights off, eyes closed.
The night takes a select few casualties,
Rasping unsuspecting citizens.
Darks alleys and cold blades.
Speeding cars prey on the silence.
The night grows cold,
And then all is well by morn.