Wrote it awhile ago now. Comments and crits appreciated
What Happened During My Night ShiftNight fell.
Trees trod through the sky;
Marched like nervous occupation,
Till caught by the lampposts.
Tumbling upon the meadows,
Polystyrene cups swept the area;
Twitched madly for the life offered,
In a cold gust of wind.
Dawn broke with rain.
Pitter-patters of feet returned;
Dropped like shells on the territory,
Of a brand new day.