by Leland B. Jacobs
I wrapped the night around me--
Velvet black, a cloak it made,
With silver stars for buttons . . .
I drew the cloak around me, unafraid.
I wrapped the night around me--
Velvet black, that shimmered as I swept
Around the moonlit room.
And in the furry feel of night I slept.
from Is Somewhere Always Far Away? Poems About Places by Leland B. Jacobs, illustrated by Jeff Kaufman, 1993, Henry Holt and Company
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