View From A Night Window

Now that the stars are out and about their business Draw back the curtains. Look hard Is there a fox, ruby eyed, padding the pavement? Is there a nurse on her way to work, bleary eyed? Is there a host of daffodils, ghostly hooded? Is there a chair, upended on a skip, its arms appealing to heaven? Perhaps there's a child staring quizzically at an owl Perhaps there's a car slipping past in the dark like a whale Perhaps there's a cat, following a murderous agenda Perhaps there's only blackness between you, the window, the moon? Does this unsettle you? Is it good to know you're beneath the moon's attention?