Night Walkers

Sometimes I see them in the afternoon, sometimes,

though their time is the night.

They slice the afternoon with a scent too sweet for others,
stumbling through stagnant air with directionless determination.

It is startling to see them in the daylight.

Their time is the night.

We are safe in sleep while they roam the dreaming hours.
They dream only of dreams. Hiding away, lurking in
alleys hidden from our minds. Places left alone.
They stay there so as not to affront us. We have standards.

How considerate of them to keep a distance, though never far enough.
It should be no problem though.

Their time is the night.