Caveman

In the city, night is no more night
The street lights defeat the darkness
Put it to flight; restless diurnal birds
On their uneasy perch protest
The excess of light, for a night;
For the sleepless the sit-out
Becomes a sentinel's lookout;
The bat circles by sound
The jamun tree rich with fruits
Like a besotted beau;
The white cat enters the opposite house
Through the window, comes out
In a minute through the grille gate
No one knows what he is after
On the pavement are lined up
Mirrored dented almirahs
Come for the festival makeover
The rodent hides behind them
Till the predator passes
Scurries across the road
The caveman who doesn't have
To hunt anymore
Watches the passing of the night