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The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall, She shines on thieves in the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birds asleep in the forks of 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, And flowers and children close their eyes Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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