My small night creatures are lately growing up
I've changed their bowl for bigger cup
I feed them their favorite food
Best sound pieces and a better mood
I take my creatures to the magic garden for a walk
We usually get there after coke
The creatures are my next best things
I call them Fliers, as they both got wings
They are all-seeing as they've got big eyes
Without dimensions but of equal size
My creatures got no common features
They have no fears and they deal with witches
Instead of ground they preffer concrete
Instead of arguing they preffer submit
I miss the creatures in the time of day
And I hate mornings when they fly away