ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT

Ode to Bliping

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night

Robert Frost 1874-1963

Bit of a cheat this,
I was knocked as I took the picture
in the pouring rain.
So I took another one.
On reviewing them
I liked them both
so I combined them.
Stay inside and warm blippers.