"Its after eleven It's after eleven at night Having a coffee and cigarette The streetlights are bright Night creatures all congregate Noises in the grass outside Bugs and small mammals too Some to my left that hide Others to my right maybe a few The sound of the crickets I can hear some in the distance Out in the bush and thickets Their chirps are very consistent The sounds of the darkness Many different cracks and creaks Engines revving the fastest The gasoline smell really reeks ©Schizology"