"Little child, you shouldn't
grope around in the dark
that way, you might find
something that isn't friendly.

I know you can see a piece
of it - it's not moving now
but you can hear it breathing.

Someone must have finally
shut the door - last night
the moonlight and the wind
were playful and threatening
like young wolves.

Four walls and a roof make
such big magic - yesterday
the horses were here again,
watching us through the windows.

I laughed in the morning and
at noon I sang like a rock star
- at least, the children are
happy."

03/31/2008