The moon is missing
- void where it should be sitting
- It's not there in the sky.
I looked behind trees
the clouds were moved by the breeze.
I looked 360 degrees.
The loss of it's
light makes it darker than night
- something's not right.
I feel a spooky
unease - it's hard to believe
that some goon stole the moon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This is the first haiku i have understood and like. Well done