Moonshine - Poem by Annette Reddy
The moon, the moon
like a giant balloon
hung low in the sky, it caught the eye
and balancing lightly on chimney top
I feared the heat might make it POP!
but the smoke-wreathed stars in glittering array
with gossamer string held her safe 'til day.
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