His house was full of merry wives
their children ran the halls
skipping, laughing, bouncing balls
at night every window had a light
shaking with laughter, giggling sounds
until an old witch made bedtime rounds
then silence fell in dreams, to let, happy
imaginings, as moonlit leaves whisked
their branches across the outer frame
shadows were dancing silhouettes.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
July 12, 2014