3am in New York

City-din distant rumbling

Faint honking-horns complain

Between engine-groan and motor-rev

And whoop-whoop siren wail

Night-time’s constant rattle-ho-hum

Of muted sounds merge as one, long

Quietly nestled moan

As the city rests but never sleeps

Like a watchful lioness

With one carefully slitted-eye, always open

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