THE WHITE WINDOW - POEM

The Moon comes every night to peep

Through the window where I lie:

But I pretend to be asleep;

And watch the Moon go slowly by,

-And she never makes a sound!


She stands and stares! And then she goes

To the house that's next to me,

Stealing by on tippy-toes;

To peep at folk asleep maybe

-And she never makes a sound!

-James Stephens-