After dusk the ducks go down
to a calm that is eerily decided
and in the dark before the dawn
where man is drenched in little fears
that dance often in hidden distances
where wolves weary on the prowl
weave past obstacles woven in towns
in the spots that light wanes most
that is where the wolves wait
where any culprit may cudgel
a victim caught by such bad luck
and many a callous criminal could
cause harm to any cautious captive
lucky dawn dips up dashing
any hold the dark had, upholding
fast the hopes of getting home
defiantly without dent or detriment
Brain In The Jar 
So profound! Thank you for an awesome post! 😊
Thank you for the kind comment
love your use of alliteration here
Thanks, I couldnt sleep so I was reading some how to write poetry advice and the best way to learn is to do 🙂
I am staying in tonight!!
It might me safer 🙂
comes the charming evening
I allways think its a bonus not getting mugged on the way home