There, At My Abode

There wild cats howl whole night! Oh! But owls and dogs ain’t there. (Let’s pray! a busty ***** appears out of nowhere And bears big dogs. And on old walnuts near the new house— Old owls hoot, And one beside our window!) However, we’ll watch with the blue evenings, Chaired on the porch, Clasped hands, joining our cheek: The moon—Half, and full, Silently rises out of the not-far-away – Gloomy forest. And in the rocky mountains to the north (Some sixteen miles away— The lucky gujjars live in their lap.) I’ll show you someday When we visit our old house, How whole night, the lights burn and go!