She is the litany of light
how sneaky she is
slipping in here and sliding there
if I could catch her for just one moment
I’d shine so that
I'd cast a shadow on everything

that great white face of hers
passing across my window ledge
I ask “Would you care for a spot of tea?”
Knowing my tricks she answers,
“I’ve had more than my cup of shadow
for this time of day”
and around the corner she slips