Moonlight Tales

Under the torch of the crescent moon On bare pants and catty eyes Our hearts yawn for the story line Our ears gulp saliva, hungry to hear The tasteful recipe that ooze so sweet Beneath the canopy of the oha tree Crossed legs on our raffia mats Nothing else could cross our hungry minds That had waited all through the crawling day Mama dare not need me now We calmly pray As granny opened her wrinkled lip That proved her scanty teeth No matter how brown they are It never faulted her warm smile Nor the moral message that spiced it But gave us warmth outside the chilly breeze She carefully told those tales with lessons And asked her questions too But when we knew the story was over Was when we woke from our spring beds