Out of the Gutter Art

  These words I hear each night, her breath to my ear: It’s alright/

Rest now, dream of softest things: Of rain, of sunset, of gentle wings/

Flights of birds, round your bed/ Warm fur to rest your dreamy head/

Rabbit, fox, bear or mouse/ none to fear around this house!

A mother’s breast she gently holds/ her hair spun of red and gold/

A star glints off eyes so bright: a greenish hue, the Moon’s delight!