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