Our giggles interrupt the silence

of the nightly curfew.  We lie flat

on our backs, holding up fingers making

them dance. Shadows in moonlight animate

the bedroom wall.  A rabbit hops

with a colorless carrot. Wings of gulls,

airplanes take flight, land under a night

of opulent stars, fly over the low, grey sea.

Our wise fingers know

when to rest on our bellies.

Soldiers are shadows.  Heavy feet patrolling

with guns, waving them to sky, aiming

at stars shooting during curfew. They kick open

doors, homes with light shining through

windows.