In realms of twilight, where shadows play,
A secret city wakes at day.
Beneath the cobblestones, unseen,
A bustling world, vibrant and keen.
A squirrel, in waistcoat and top hat,
Runs a bank where acorns stack.
A family of mice, snug and small,
Live in a walnut carved grand hall.
A lady beetle, wings aglow,
Owns a bakery, sweet and slow.
Her honey cakes, a golden treat,
Lure every ant down cobbled street.
A wise old owl, with glasses perched,
Runs a school where knowledge is searched.
From dragonflies who learn to fly,
To spiders spinning stories high.
This hidden city, ever bright,
Thrives in the darkness, warm and tight.
A world unknown, a secret kept,
Where shadows dance and wonders slept.
So next time you walk with careless tread,
Remember the lives beneath your head.
For in the hush, unseen, unheard,
A magic city stirs, every word.
