Under The Stars Poem by Jim Levy

Under the stars
It was spring and I was sitting as usual
under the flowering plum
and raised my glass to the moon
and said have a drink.
You know how sober the moon is.
So I looked down at my shadow
the one that faithfully follows me around
and said, you, drink up
and it did
and the moon, left out, decided to have one too
and soon we're singing,
the moon warbling along and I was dancing
and my shadow was wobbling like a drunk
and the three of us were friends forever
but after more drinks
we wandered off in different directions.
Join us and we'll do it again, the four of us,
under the stars.
from a poem by Li Po