The moon is staring at me through my study window.

Full Moon

Werewolves whet their appetites
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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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Just wonderful!

Kathy Lockhart
I love how this just beams! The your light shine. :)