The moon had ballooned
Like a balloon of dreams,
Its sheen spilled over
The branch, deserted,
But the owl like a watchman,
Patrolling alone in the sea
Of silence, no tinge of blue,
Threw its light down my
Entrance. Shaken like water,
I Cowered to the room
That was already the outside.
At dawn, the breeze was cool
And sun was like before
At my door, I, now bold,
And with a change in mind,
Carried my kids under the tree.