Night

by Mary Ann Hoberman

Mary Ann Hoberman

The night is coming softly, slowly;
Look, it's getting hard to see,
Through the windows,
Through the door,
Pussyfooting
On the floor,
Dragging shadows,
Crawling,
Creeping,
Soon it will be time for sleeping.
Pull down the shades.
Turn on the light.
Let's pretend it isn't night.





Last updated February 17, 2023