The Moon was Low

The moon was low.
Its bright face smacked its lips when it saw you
In the light of its frozen smile, pale as death,
Moving from window to window,
Checking each lock, then returning to bed
To arrange the blankets, pillows and sheets
So you could find your proper place among them.
The moon was down.

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