Walking The Night

the beat cop stopped it on the street you aren't supposed to walk the night it's my only time it muttered under breath I don't exist in the daylight. a home I must find now and a fire and someone to call my own surely it isn't too much to aspire when the chill is freezing my bone. in its eyes only was the fire's glow all doors were bolted dead tight the shadow melting in night's flow got no warmth from stars burning bright. a home was made in its dream a hearth to keep out the night one heart showed up in starlight's gleam one door not bolted dead tight. the beat cop let the shadow pass by for it must walk the end of night to find a fire and someone its own before dawns the earthly daylight.