Lullaby.

The long canoe
Toward the shadow shore,
One.... two.....
Three.... four....
The paddle dips
Turns in the wake,
Pauses, Then
Foreword again,
Water drips
from the blade to the lake,
Nothing but the sound of wings;
The owl and bat
are velvet things.
No wind awakes
No fishes leap
No rabbits creep
Among the brakes.
The long canoe
at the shadowy shore.
One... two...
Three.... four.....
A murmur now
under the prow
Wear rushes bow
to let us through.
one... two....
three... four...
Upon the lake
No one's awake,
No one's awake,
One...
Two..
No one
Not even
You.