Moon Beam
There was a moonbeam it was a little different from other
beams as it sought out sleeping girls.
He loved them mainly those aged 7 to 8 years old it was
innocence about them, he found rapt.
Once a girl woke up and saw him sitting on the sill it was
a cold night and she invited him to bed, soon he fell asleep
and then it was morning the Moon was no longer there,
sunlight would zap him, no mercy calling him a paedophile,
like they should be so innocent when caressing young skin.
He hid under the bed util nightfall, after kissing the little girl’s
chaste lips flew back to the moon, but he was no longer free
to fly alone and visit little girls
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2015
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