Softly Up the Alley Way

Softly up the alley way
The black cat creeps.
Gone, yes gone's the light of day
The whole world sleeps.

The ice cold moon is shining bright,
The birds are hushed in trees.
A lonely car moves through the night,
The black cat sees.

The black cat knows, all right,
A world not meant for us,
For when we go someplace at night
We always take a bus.

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