Read Street is a narrow lane so deserted and quiet in the night
I almost feel I’m not in New York.
My steps powerfully echo around the sidewalk.
I’m trying to walk in a fixed rhythm and quietly sing a random melody.
And now, what was it? Somebody has noticed my presence and answers
me! A cat meows in the garbage container. I’m calling the cat but
it doesn’t want to climb out.This encounter has pleased me.
That cat doesn’t feel so lonely at last...