Under The Cover Of Night Poem by Jacob Schnieders
Under The Cover Of Night
It is night, but yet...
Something seems strange.
The moon remains unseen,
Hidden by his blanket of black,
Never once peeking out.
But if one searches the sky,
A dark hole can be found
In his starry quilt.
Even though he is hidden,
He can still be seen.
He needs his rest today.
Tomorrow, he must return,
Shining with borrowed light
From the sun's beautiful face.
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