Sometimes I like to sit out at night on my front door step with my cat. I can hear people's television, people arguing, people talking to babies. Maybe I can imagine them in or out of love. I can hear their texts pinging across the universe.
In the afternoon I saw the bowlers in their whites on the green coming in for tea. There's a trough in the street for horses and dogs but now it's filled with flowers.
At night I think about the afternoon street and how now those people are winding themselves down like clocks. I can almost feel a story in every house - the baby next door, the 90-year old man the next house down and then suddenly… a cat fizzes across the street like a shooting star across the sky.
My own cat sits next to me and we while away this last hour. The things that seemed important that had to be done, that had to be a source of worry, well they just don't matter any more. The orange glow of the streetlights throws long shadows and I wonder why I can't feel this way at every moment of the day. The wild roses blaze red in the darkness and I wonder where the birds go to sleep.
I wonder where the birds go to sleep. Somewhere within memories we keep. High in the London trees, just out of reach. Where the birds go to sleep.
Good night, God bless.
credits
from Glam Shots,
released September 26, 2019
Written by Rich
Composed, arranged and produced by Dr Geo