When the Moon Smiles

When the moon wakes up and smiles Crickets begin to chirp from their balconies Bats wake up and go to hunt their prey But trees are silent, only waving to the world Mice crawl to fill their bellies with stolen food Clouds spread their arms to cover moon’s face For dancers without music to roam the villages In the silence of doves that love to coo, whisper When the moon smiles unsparingly with creatures Oceans catch cold and blow wet dust in faces As hyenas laugh with the fisherman’s goats With king of cats flashing eager torchy eyes When the moon smiles in the countryside Some creatures enter their shells of isolation Hunters enjoy, cowards regret and the sleeping lie For they know the smiles never turn into laughter