Under the night sky

[Bunx]

Under the night sky that embraces a
Sleepy, ancient city, an old man sits,
pondering another pretty, wasted night.
As usual, some cats come to him.
One jumps on the bench, while some sit around.


Briefly, he looks up at me passing him by,
but then he looks down, and we both go back
to living our own very distinct lives.

I feel like this poem as written creates that sense of surprise that is associated with the occasion. It captures that sense of kind of waking up to the world around you only for a brief second. Awesome poem. The imagery you paint in the first stanza it really solid. I am wondering is this mordern-day or in the past. Either way I feel like that scenario is timeless.
Thanks for the read!
Bunx.