Windy Night

WINDY NIGHT The storm-running moon dips in and out of sight How the wind howls over the rooftops tonight Whistling through the keyholes a treble yarn And shaking the timbers of the barn The windows rattle and chatter in frightened code Lest their panes be shattered under the load The cat hides closer to me in the armchair Peering out the window at the branches bare Stripped of leaves and groping jagged to the sky Fing’ring the moon as she rushes by