Wait! This isn’t right!
There shouldn’t be a sunbeam
shining in the night!
But it’s not a dream!
I hold sunlight on my hand
to follow its gleam…
Shadows seem to stand
and drop down as I walk by,
hiding where they land.
The Moon, from up high,
is watching like a statue
of a staring eye.
When an Owl asks, “Hoo?”
Jumping, I cry out, “Who me?”
The Owl says, “Yes You!”
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