All asleep in their own beds,
Humans really do not know
What wonder lurks inside their house.
Shadows! Dancing, to and fro.
When humans turn down their lights,
Shadows seem to disappear.
But the come out again,
When they know the coast is clear.
They dance around, silently,
Lighter than a sparrows feather.
They'll be friends, 'til the end,
Happily all trooping together.
And then at half an hour to twelve,
They lightly flutter all outside.
And although their dark every time,
They always look on the bright side.
They dance around the small back roads
In such a silent, grand parade.
Dressed in black and silvery robes,
Keep up with the midnight escapade.
All through the farmhouse,
And to the wolves' den,
Swim through the river,
And around the bend!
Finally they creep
All the way home.
They do not sleep
When we do not roam.
I thought it peaceful
To think of these things.
Shadows, instead of gold
Or diamond rings.