Word of the day: caterwaul
to utter a long, wailing cry; howl or screech
They don't know what our faces look like
Almost like vampires, we only meet
When the moon is out, and stars light up the sky
In the early hours of the morning,
When cats wail and rats scurry across floors
We share stories from years ago
And laugh about the joke our lives have become
Somewhere between emptying glasses and bottles
And the tiredness that slowly creeps in
We find something for ourselves
That only the nighttime seems to bring
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