The day now goes like a fever.
     Cooling night falls.
     My heart beats quietly, gently,
     I hear myself breathe.

     The wood lies there like a beast
     with heaving sides.
     Lightly the wind strokes its fur
     and soothes its heart.

     The children tonight have no fear
     they lie still in their beds.
     Their mothers are counting the hours.
     The moon comes up.