Night City Park Air

Night City Park Air
  It was Tuesday:  It was dark.
I was bored:  So on a lark.
 I went out:  To walk the park.

Now a city park:  Late at night.
 Is full of noise:  That don't seem right.
Like bully boys:  to pick a fight.

 An-other's a siren:  Crisp and clear.
That fills you full:  Of dread and fear.
 Sensing that:  There's evil near.

Although a feared:  I ambled on.
 Then across my path:  I came upon.
two young lovers:  Getting on.

 Excusing me:  I turned away.
My thoughts astray:  To the coming day.
 And I was somewhat saddened:  To know it grey.

The bully boys:  Would still be there.
 The police siren:  In the crisp night air.
And even lovers:  Without a care.

 So turning home :  I took myself.
Still believing life:  Was full of wealth.
 Knowing night city park air:  Was good for health.