I walked upon a midnight cold
Under a white light called desire,
Passing sleepy houses lighted gold
Until my mirth began to tire.
Through frosted windows, blinds undrawn,
Were dancing lights from T.V. screens;
The eyes of a lover which shone;
And a child, tossing his green beans.
Yet out in the soft, cloudy night,
No sound disturbed the crisp, still air
As I reached the end of my flight;
Of an old fence I ‘came aware.
Its metal was barbed, brooding-grey,
And rose unto the boiling sky.
Yet, from a tiny hole, a ray
Of moonlight’s pale and lonely sigh.
I reached and reached but could not touch
The glowing orb in vapour sea,
And found that my length was just such–
Too short, the fence so tall, you see.
Beyond the metal menace hopped
A bunny silver and alert,
Twitching his nose with whiskers topped,
And causing my poor heart to hurt.
With a wink and a bound he flew;
And I took a last, shaky breath,
Turning towards the street anew
Wherein I faced not life but death.
But how could such a thing I rue;
The only life I ever knew?