the day is winding down
the household says goodnight
the dogs and cats and mice and bugs find their nests
the people choose their beds

I look out the window
and the little clouds
that gather just before
the night takes control
look at me with rosy
cheeks and wide smile

behind that cheery face they talk to me
saying “goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
sleep well, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

I wave to them in shock
having never talked to
clouds before but I tell
them: “Goodnight to
you too”

They don’t talk any more
and just sit there smiling
with their big, rosy cheeks
as the day becomes the night
and the pink clouds go to
sleep without me