Mischievous Moon
Mischievous Moon
The moon was in a mischievous mood
This morning before the twilight
Peeking through clouds it had tried to elude
In order to flaunt its golden light.
Full and round it followed me
Up and down the valley hills
Emerging from shadows tauntingly
Knowing how its beauty thrills.
Nestling in a poinciana tree
It appeared to do a dance
Among twisted limbs that seemed to be
Arms of the goddess known to entrance.
And did I detect a soft giggling sound
That came floating to my ear?
Such strange things are said to abound
When the full moon is near.
When time came for my walk to end
I was reluctant to depart
The company of my endearing friend
Who'd graced my day with a delightful start.
Molly Moore
Copyright © Molly Moore | Year Posted 2023
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