The moon is staring at me through my study window.
When they see you on clear nights,
But you don't scare me, fat face,
For I am of the human race,
And we spy you for what you are,
A satellite of Earth viewed from afar;
But I think I've spoken too soon
For I can see the Man in the Moon,
His majestic mouth open wide,
Sucking up a high autumnal tide,
Just to see himself in reflection vain,
Before his vast visage begins to wane.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-07 at 22:11
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Full Moon
Werewolves whet their appetitesWhen they see you on clear nights,
But you don't scare me, fat face,
For I am of the human race,
And we spy you for what you are,
A satellite of Earth viewed from afar;
But I think I've spoken too soon
For I can see the Man in the Moon,
His majestic mouth open wide,
Sucking up a high autumnal tide,
Just to see himself in reflection vain,
Before his vast visage begins to wane.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 435 times
Written on 2006-11-07 at 22:11
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