Canticle for Christmas
All have dreamed to sleep; the brown-patched cow, the sheep, two-toed feet tucked, the goat, her kid with curly coat, the bullying black barn cat, and tail end up, the bat, the leopard, muscles reined, the spider, its silk skeined; and parents doze and kings amid sprawled splendid things. Still, still the stable lies, sleep-sanded all its eyes. But laughing low upon the night A baby lilts his love in light