Not a light
nor a mouse that
skittered 'cross the floor.
it was a silent boot-black
damp wet night and
the Moon,
under an umbrella of stars
shone dark.

On the horizon, a
day hesitates to begin,
even as the night sheds its skin
and the thin wakenings of
bird calls welcome this morning
in, not a light as if
there had never been
anything.