Sunny Moon

Into my yoga room she came with a half moon The sun burnt it, she said For the moon dared to show in the afternoon Her distress equalled the moons Her tears, when they came, could fill a water balloon I distract her with pictures in cartoons Of animals and birds cooling down in the monsoon Just then raindrops fell on her sketchbook Filling her teacup with rain, I hand out a spoon Thus, she stopped crying for the moon.