After Midnight, by Jayne Marshall

After midnight diamonds dance upon the sea

Moonbeams show traces of humanity’s

Thoughtless  ways with detritus left to rot

Under the stars a solitary fox can be heard

And from the street the odd swearword.

And creeping  slowly an eerie silence descends

The darkness seems threatening –

to the unwary, beckoning

 towards an unlit path

where  unsteady footsteps wandering trip –

just another statistic  that slipped

Through  uncaring society’s net