Night Watcher

As I hit the cold cement of the sidewalk,
Heading homestead,
The sky puts on its mask of darkness that is the night,
The air turns from slightly warm,
To a brisk chilled wind,
The moon smiles at me,
As I make my journey.
The crickets chirp,
The streetlamps light up my path like a runway,
When flashed by the dazzling cameras,
I’m the night watcher,
Eyeing and guarding the night,
As I crusade from street to street,
With fear that is as slim as a stick figure,
I should be Batman’s long-lost cousin,
How I lurk in the shadows of the dark,
The night-watcher,
Only trying to make it home safely,
To my destination without disturbing the peace,
As I turn corner after dark corner,
Brightly lit houses in my path,
I peek a little,
But then decide to let the private lives stay private,
With my music blasting high through the carefully woven pocket of my jeans,
Stepping to the beat of every song,
The night watcher,
Watching nights carefully for any danger,
That decides to show its evil face,
At this time of the day,
That is super, uber dark.