It was a green lamp-post in the middle of the street. 

The birds sat under it in a zen manner. A dog sniffed at its base, wagging its tale perhaps to the dying smell of food. The beggars showed off their earnings to each other, a cheap cigarette cradled in their chapped lips.

All their silhouettes danced as the night grew darker and the lights came on. It looked like a puppet show, except the puppets were dark outlines of real people with feelings and lives. 

There was nothing noteworthy about the lamp-post or the people it sheltered, even if for a short period of time. But still it caught my attention and held it for a while, until I passed it by and it became just another thing on the street.