Standing on the bridge
Leaning over the rail
Like an impetuous child
I found the moon
He was resting
At the bottom of the lake
“Moon! Come out of there!”
“Leave me alone. I’m resting.”
“But Moon, it’s cold and dark down there!
Let me help you out!”
Diving into the cold
Tree whispered
“Did he not say,
Leave me alone?”
Her branches
Catapulted me
Back
Onto the bridge
I sat dripping
Cold
Poking my head through the railing
I called to moon
“Ok, I get it now
I’ll leave you alone.
Moon…..MOON!”
“I hear you!
Now go away!”
That moon.
So grumpy.
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