The moon comes every night to peep
Through the window where I lie,
And I pretend to be asleep;
But I watch the moon as it goes by,
And it never makes a sound.
It stands and stares, and then it goes
To the house that's next to me,
Stealing on its tippy-toes,
To peep at folk asleep maybe;
And it never makes a sound.
The White Wido
James Stephens
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Poem topics: house, night, pretend, watch, window, moon, never, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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