Bewitched

The lawn
is rolling up for the night.
The cat lies flat, growing
with whiskers wet from dew.
The shade creeps up the linden tree
rocking the bumblebees to sleep.
A lonely blackbird’s patrolling
and drags violently up
an intruder
whose only punishment considered
is death.
Soon all the stars
will be lit up by the night-guard
so that you never ever more
will get lost in the dark.