A Dawn Picnic Of Pickled Eggs

up from the east rose the sun for a feast with the moon who was still up at dawn the two for a banquet upon a tartan blanket and ate pickled eggs on the lawn so bright was the sun at what had begun with the moon who was desperately shy the two sat for hours enjoying the flowers until it was time for goodbye the sun did then go after getting so low but the moon had decided to stay we’ll do it again perhaps go on a train to the beach for a lovely day