Noknok

When the earth is dark and calm,
And all the birds are home;
Settled closely on the palm,
Watching the grass owls roam;

A shadow will disappear,
From the door by the rear.
The moon coyly rises up,
And beams over the daisy

Father idly takes his cup,
And snore before the TV;
While his sneaky little lad,
Dips his barefoot in the mud.

Look for him in the meadow,
You'll find in the pond;
Biting a leaf of coco,
With a snail in his hand;

Coax him to hurry to bed,
He'll only shake his head.
He'll come home when Venus burns,
And fall asleep on the stair;

His ankles plastered with ferns,
And dewdrops sit on his hair;
He'll dream of bugs and berries,
Till earth lifts up her chalice.




by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento