Waiting for the morning                                            

The moon is there,

and the square is there

still warm from the mincing of the hungry pigeons,

and the dark falls down quick

and heavy – fighting the light away –

the street lamps are on.

Now,

the nightwalkers swarm the streets,

and they see the corner where

death waits for them,

just to show them that there is a reason

to be alive.

                        Peycho Kanev

                        Sofia, Bulgaria