Caveat: Poem #2651 “Seventy-sixth stanza”

Kiamon noted the rats by the grate.
Sunset had passed, and the time had grown late.
Streetcars were scarce. A dull mist filled the air.
Facing her future, she muttered a prayer.

– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. This is yet another random snippet from the life of Kiamon, a fictional being in an imaginary world.

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