View From A Night Window Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Now that the stars are out and about their business
Draw back the curtains. Look hard

Is there a fox, ruby eyed, padding the pavement?
Is there a nurse on her way to work, bleary eyed?
Is there a host of daffodils, ghostly hooded?
Is there a chair, upended on a skip, its arms appealing to heaven?

Perhaps there's a child staring quizzically at an owl
Perhaps there's a car slipping past in the dark like a whale
Perhaps there's a cat, following a murderous agenda
Perhaps there's only blackness between you, the window, the moon?

Does this unsettle you?
Is it good to know you're beneath the moon's attention?