She sits under the street lamp watching and waiting, what
for no one knows. The kids walk by on their way home for tea
and say hey night kid. She doesn't respnd, doesn't move or
murmur. She justs sits and stares. No one even knows what
truama she has faced in her life.

During the day she isn't there she is invisible to all eyes,
but at night she appears. Come rain or shine she is under
that light, sitting waiting staring. 

Her eyes tell nothing and neither does her expression. As
the night goes on everyone falls asleep and when they arise
in the morning she is gone. 

I often wonder what she is thinking, who she is waiting for.
I wonder if she is waiting for her night in shining armour
or is she just waiting for her family to come and tell her
they love her. One thing is for sure, she isn't homeless.
She is always imaculate and wears clean clothes everyday.

And that is the night kid. The person who sits under the
street lamp waiting for a mystery thing or person.