Another Cute Child is Born

mother cuddles a small infant, 
placing him gently in a cradle.
she begins to sing softly. . .

     "Rock-a-bye Baby, in the Tree Top . . ."

dark is the night
eternal the fear
dim is the light 
that finds its way here

     rockabye baby in the treetop
     when the wind blows the cradle will rock

pale is the moon
emptiness the sky
how soon is soon
when nothing is nigh

     when the wind blows the cradle
          will rock
     when the bough breaks the cradle
          will fall

sharp is the knife
enormous the tear
frozen the life
that weeps and cries here

          when the bough
     breaks 
          the cradle will
     fall
          down will come baby 
          cradle and all.