Daylight Poem by Liberty Anstead

From the window in my room,
I cower at the moon
As it bounces across the night,
In its pale, pale, baloon.

Here I sit, quiet as mouse,
All alone in my house,
Waiting for daylights releif,
I watch, crawling, the odd woodlouse.

The minutes drag as years,
But I sence daylight is near.
And then the first light of morning appeares,
I seem to heard silent cheers.

How long daylight goes:
no one knows!
But before you know it the day is out
And the eerie moon again shows.

From the window in my room,
I cower at the moon,
As it bounces accros the night,
In its pale, pale baloon.