A line of gulls perches at the roof peak
Cast iron gargoyles frowning at the rain
Cloaking the street in dark, mysterious gloom.
Black crow umbrellas streak through the night
Seeking shelter from the storm;
Wet feathers leaving small wakes in sidewalk puddles.
Anonymous faces peer from dark raincoats,
avoiding eye contact,
too hurried to stop to chat
on this lonely grey night.
Only the streetlamp speaks of sanctuary
and the warm heart of home.