LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL

Dim heaps of summer's fragrant wealth
Pile high within the sheltering walls
Of this old barn, where with slow stealth
A dappled shower of moonlight falls.
Wee timid rustlings testify
A mouse is near; white light betrays
The gaunt old tomcat's flashing eye
Where on the lofty beam he strays.
From far below pure rhythm drifts
Of chewing cuds, and in his stall
The tired plow-horse gently shifts
His weight against the westward wall.
Light and shadow dance upon the mounds
Of hay, on slumbering stall and bin;
Night with its myriad magic sounds
And myriad stillnesses creeps in.

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