Raivology

Shadows lined the streets. Only the faint light of the gas lamps provided a glimpse of light on the cobblestone. Dark, gray clouds dotted the moonless sky.  Children were tucked in to bed,  while the adults sat on their baloneys, watching the horizon. The city gleamed, far more bright than here. Down below, down the alleys,  dark shapes moved. Swift and sly, the shadows moved about, rarely coming in contact. When they did,  faint cries could be heard from the battles that arose. They quarreled, one would win and stand triumphantly, the other lurking away, hissing and spitting. Suddenly, all shapes perked up, eyes wide and open. Quickly, the