Hush, little Caitlin.........

Hush, little Caitlin…
For she awakes long before dawn.
The night is dark and still;
of calm and tranquil
A dim overcast
That the eventual daylight will come to steal.

Hush, little Caitlin…
For she is peering out through the window
Squinting her eyes through the unlit gloom
Trying hard to catch a glimpse outside from her bedroom.
There she stands, tiptoe, in her yellow pyjamas and tiny stockings
The breezy wind softly blows her hair as she stands there, wondering.
What goes out there? What goes out there?
Out in the darkness still, out in the rose-bed garden, across the misty air.

Hush, little Caitlin…
For she hears the twitter of the cricket; and the swish of the tree leaves
She hears the silly croak of the toad; what magical sound the twilight weaves
She hears the drip-drop of the night dew,
Trapped within the tree-willows, beside the garden-chair
What goes out there? What goes out there?
Out in the darkness still, across the foothill, within the dark forest lair.

Hush, little Caitlin…
For she sees the pot-plants she has tended the morning before
Mummy has promised beautiful flowers that she will adore.
And now she hopes to see the flowers blossoming in awe,
But the flowers must be sleeping, so it seems
For she sees her flowers curled up, slumbering off in a dream
Cuddled together, shimmering under the moonlight, in a twinkling gleam.

Hush, little Caitlin…
For she bade her garden plants good night
I will see you tomorrow again, she said, in the morning daylight
Little Caitlin is happy and contented
For she has shared the still of the night, in that little instant
And she will tell mummy tomorrow,
Of her little adventure, of her night-time moment.