Where does the moon go

Written by: Jessica Kuilan

On a cold winter night
A wolf pup stared in to the vast darkness of the sky
And thought to himself: “where is it that I lie?”
So he turned to his mother, 
With eyes that glistened like the snow
And softly asked her:
“where does the moon go?”
With a gently look in her eye…
She let a sigh, 
And paced slowly along with the stars
Silent as the shadows...
But gleaming from the inside…
Listening to the sweet pup
That dares not leave her side
Watching him look up…
With a puzzled look in his eyes
And once again he cries…
“…Momma… where does the moon go?”
Yet again…he only gets a gentle glare…
Puzzled even more…he lets out a soft cry…
And continues with his stare of the endless sky
“…Momma… where does the moon go?”
Accompanied by the beauty of the stars…
The small pup let out his first tender howl…
With his head held high
And paws intertwined with the Earth,
He sat back down
And listened as it echoed across the snow…
The moon shined brighter…
The stars paced faster
…and after a night of his wonders…
The pup slowly gives in for the night.
Curled up in the snow,
The pup turns to his mother and says:
“…Momma…where do you go?...”