Williamsburg Bridge

It was a grey night but I gazed in awe, at

Beautiful creatures swept up on the shore.

The eve where the stars looked down where we sat,

We threw rocks at strangers, no need for the law.

When it would rain we huddled together,

Little sprites dance in water from heaven.

Under blankets in spite of the weather,

Above crack-piped walls safe from their venom.

The fast New Yorkers would look at our home,

Some with pity and some- futile despite

But we were content; we let it be known,

Cocooned in safe haze from unwanted plight.

One day they came to take us as we caused

An eyesore; our spirit was a deadly flaw.