The Moons the North Winds Cooky
Read 'The Moons the North Winds Cooky' by 'Vachel Lindsay' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Moons the North Winds Cooky by Vachel Lindsay
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy
North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again!
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