She sat in the café
Near the doors and looked outside
There it was, the moonlit bay
And with it the high tide.

In her hands she held her coffee
A single moonbeam hit her bread
she had ordered and a toffee
“Damn fog,” she said.

She got up and hit a shelf
After eating and books fell down.
She sighed and murmured “Today, I’m not myself.”
When the canteen lady came and helped without a frown.

Then, she got outside on the dock
Looked around, but all firs had vanished in the fog
Suddenly, she heard a concrete quiet knock
Hush! – And in the silence croaked a frog.