Moonrise

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall

She shines on thieves on the garden wall

On streets and fields and harbour quays

And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse

The howling dog by the door of the house

The bat that lies in bed at noon

All love to be out by the light of the moon

But all of the things that belong to the day

Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way