Contemplated over

Contemplated Over Two Cigarettes

I have heard before
that rats and cats
were the only domestic creatures
vacant from the christian scripture,
and though I haven't read it,
I'm certain of my absence from the pages.
And why
did the prophets and saints and apostles exclude us?

Denizens of the serene darkness,
a rodent rummaging in the fallout of day,
a feline foraging in the ruins of suburbia,
and I,
nephews and nieces alike
to an uncle of soothing silence over subdued, distant rumblings,
to an aunt of singular starlight shinings against the deep blue continuous,
family to the pool of light
from the white looming moon,
eluding, smooth cool winds,
suited to pursuing
an understood nurturing nature of nocturne,
rodent rummaging,
feline foraging,
and I

and I
enveloped loosely in fumes of smoking
removed by smooth cool winds,
mindful meandering, footfalls found
among hidden tunes of monotone music
from unseen
zooming cars booming, in unison vrooming,
never undoing the soothing silence
for rodent rummaging
feline foraging
and I

and I
sleuthing in pools of light
from yellow looming lamps,
an unknown stranger, mysterious, enveloped
in the nurturing nature of nocturne,
seen by silent sleepless shapes of someones
alone in rooms at night, searching from inside.
They wonder why I wander
through the grave and gloom they see blooming,
never understanding the secrets the universe tells
in whispers of distant ramblings,
whether truth or illusion,
to those who find seclusion beneath
hues of blue and singular starlight shinings,
the kin to nightlife kind,
a rodent rummaging in the fallout,
a feline foraging in the ruins,
and I

and I
knowing why the bible and catechisms denied us,
cognizant of the callings of darkness,
couldn't care less.