Strays

 
She takes one in each time
When she does an alley walk.
A night-time random rhyme
Off a beaten city stalk.

Her evening time is near
After getting off from life.
The alleyways are clear
From the glare of urban strife.

A streetwalker by trade
Might’ve helped pay ev’ry bill,
But she’s a cook and maid
Helping those with what she will.

And so the stray of whim
Gets hot coffee and a bath
That’s free of charge to him,
And a night with her in bed.



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NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018