When the Sun, Moon, and Earth align,
The result is divine,
And we are blessed with light at night,
When the darkened world normally looks to be,
An unidentifiable obsidian sea,
It turns for a little while,
The night-time version of bright.
Though it’s said to coincide,
With some terrifying things,
There’s always a flip side,
And I love the light it brings.
It’s amazing to walk along a road,
Everything illuminated by Mr. Moon,
Making it possible,
To navigate at night,
Without being overcome,
By feelings of fright.
It’s said to be unlucky,
If it’s out on Sunday,
But how can this be so,
When my night was merry,
And it lit my way,
With its glow?
And then on Moon-day,
Known to all as Monday,
When if it’s out,
Great things should betide me,
Nothing noteworthy occurred,
Looks to me,
Some ‘facts’ might be absurd.
Its light so bright,
Puts my mind at ease,
So much so,
That I cannot even hear,
The wild noises,
That almost always carry,
On the night-time breeze.
My new favorite creature of the night,
He is not Were,
And can be found,
From anywhere,
He is called Full Moon,
And him coming back through town,
Could never happen too soon.
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