Creatures of the night

Men wander dim avenues in search of

gin and Jezebel’s to escape

a personal hell.

Steel-toed workers rise with the moon,

shifting the night into the early morn.

A young mother, weary and bleary-eyed,

fingers running over the keyboard

chasing an elusive word count

Written for the dVerse prompt using the word rise or its derivative in a quadrille form.