Is that a girl,
Standing alone,
In the moonlight?
With her fennel dog and crimson blanket?
Is that a beast,
Prowling, alive,
In the moonlight?
With his silver jaws and rising hackles?
Is that a lake,
Isolated,
In the moonlight?
With its golden sand and lapping waves?
Isn't that child,
Adorable,
In the moonlight?
With her bright red dress and fixed expression?
Is there a secret,
Tantalising,
In the moonlight?
Burrying its clues as the night draws on?
Is that the sun?
Rising, vivid,
In the moonlight?
Asking the water to cover its prey?
Is that a person,
Who sleeps, placid
In the moonlight?
No
'Tis a child, a beast, a lake and a secret,
Dying in the moonlight.
