Quarter after ten at night
Cars and motorbikes go by
Engines revving, gas ignites
Just find the brakes and apply
The e-bikes passing are popular
But charge your battery well
You may only go a kilometer
Without any power to propel
A scream down the street
Some guys partying I believe
They aren't being too discreet
I bet the music is pretty neat
A jet flying up in the air
The rumble of rockets blare
The sound subsides up there
As it speeds past to its affair
The night is very eerie now
Noises come from the dark
That's my cue to finish this poem
Before a coyote leaves his mark
©schizology
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