Starry sky. <br />To restrain the beast <br />my rifle glows, <br />to fix the black barrel <br />to the milky moon. <br />The cry of the Snowy Owl. <br />A baby whimpers in the village. <br />The bullet, <br />treacherous wolf, <br />bursts into the sleeping house. <br />The night smells of lime-tree blossoms.<br /><br />Ernst Toller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sentry-4/
