Night is the refuge for the wild at heart
It has some dazzling places under bright neon lights
And long cloaks of shadows to hide the wounds of life
It is a lonely hive where bumbling bees learn to fly
To soar blinded by the lights and shrouded by the night
Yet their wings will never touch the ground
Hear the hungry mouth of the crowds below
Calling for more…
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Night Shift Gallery