Analysis of 1:07 am

A cat is meowing in the alley
bellowing at it's hunger.
Cars race by on I-95
carrying tired employees home.
The sky is only getting darker.
Skyscrapers illuminate a dimension of darkness
like a lighthouse beacon.
Two drunks cursing at each other outside of a bar
their words as misunderstood as the bum
occupying the front of some convenience store.
It seems that every cycle that began this morning
Has ended right now, at 1:07 AM.
Rats scurry across the street
picking at the humans misfit food.