Half morning

The moon lazily floats in the sky

Scattering light while still it dozes

But the dark melts away to the human eye

As light greets the trees and the roses

And the blissful moon, still in happy stupor

Confuses a little girl spying

And though it was not his intention to dupe her

He continued his daylight flying

She called to him “Mr. moon, Mr. moon!”

Should you still be up there?

The night is long gone and the sun is here soon

But you’re still glowing fair!”

The moon, sluggishly smiled under heavy lids

And responded in monotone

“Correct my child, its time I hid”

And sunk out of the sky with that drone

The cool of the morning followed to moon

The sunshine replaced its kin

Glorious gold caused the birds to swoon

As it was time for the day to begin