AND SO

A latch
shuts the night

out

a turn of key
puts the town to rest whilst

outside a cat
and a milkbottle

gaze at the moon
yellow and overblown

and now Mr. Cat
with swish of tail

vanishes into the shadows
as the milk bottle

falls and rolls away
its note left on the pavement.

Inside a clock has run out
of tick tocks

until it is wound up
by a sleepy eyed man

so that it speaks of
time again.

The house dozes.
The lawn yawns.

Everything is
just so

and so

....goodnight.