One stark and starless winter’s night
The clouds begin to pillow fight.
They’re never tired, they will not sleep!
And so, across the skies they creep
With stealthy stifled steps at first,
Then thud, bump, thump! The pillows burst,
Until, across the age-worn town,
In child-like white there whisper down
A million flakes, a feather floating,
Flutter, flitter, flicker; coating
Houses, streets, in fleeting fluff.
But ‘Go to sleep!’ and ‘That’s ENOUGH!’
And so, with slow disgruntled tread
The clouds crawl slowly back to bed,
The floor still left all feather-strewn.
The sun will come and tidy soon.
