When she dances

photo by Max Wanger

- a poem by rachel shwartz

When she dances

The moon will fall

The rain will stop

And the earth will call

The mice will whisper 

And the frogs won’t leap

The cats meow turns soft

Now she’s counting sheep

The sheep are jumping

But so tired are they

Like horses so tired they turned down their hay

So the sheep stopped jumping 

And the frogs stood still

Now the little girl dancing is queen of the hill.