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.