At night

Eh. It's pretty bad so I would appreciate constructive criticism :) Or just plain old fashion criticism :L

Even the sun is afraid of the dark,
so it leaves before the night comes.
Creatures crawl from the bowels of the earth,
shadows that cling to your ankles ,
shadows with unforgiving claws. 
Trees curl and whisper their secrets to the street lights,
who listen with the wise glow of new knowledge,
The crisp and friendly day wind has turned cold and bitter,
Leaves parade the street under the dusty moonlight,
their footsteps skittering over the damp tarmac.

The End

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