Sun falling fast as a cheetah
The warmth slowly disappearing
Moon desperately trying to be seen
Laughs, heard from miles
Peoples' faces full with happiness
The smell of popped popcorn, tingles your nose
Walking, stomach grumbling.
Smells making your taste buds jump.
Licking your lips, waiting impatiently.
Line longer than the hobbit
Bladder full as New York
Stomach emptier than a ghost town
Moon in the sky brighter than ever
Bladder no longer full
Stomach no longer Empty
The Streets are silent
The smell is plain
The night is gone