In the passing

Outside the window

Clamor of ghosts

With fiendish laugh

Yells and scream

Under the fig tree

That lumbers in shadow

In the darkness

 When the dog’s wail

At the moon

Whose dew

Wets the grass

And  you hide under

The blanket

Waiting for the sun

And in the morning

Nightmares are forgotten

And world is alright