skulduggery

we roamed the night like ninjas
whispers in the dark
shadows cloaked
in mist and mysticism
no skulduggery or dark deeds
just blending into the background
a fading and hiding
as we fall away from the world
invisible
to all except each other
a feral pack of cats
stalking the city streets
in Doc Martins
dodging into alleys
after curfew