Sir Moon

I peeked out my window.
In the corner was the moon.
I turned away for a second.
It was gone so soon.
Yes, I sighed in despair,
Looking away again.
Yet the moment I glanced back,
The moon did grin.
Back and forth the moon would play.
The clouds were such a tease,
But to have a sense of humor
Made it such a sight to see.
Good-night, Sir Moon.

4-2-1990 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

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