MOON THOUGHTS WHEN I CAN’T SLEEP

MOON THOUGHTS WHEN I CAN’T SLEEP

I cut the moon in half with a butter knife last night.

And since I made that crooked slice,

 I let you choose which half you wanted.

You took the east side, so I took the west.

I placed my half of the moon up high in the sky

And I let it’s light guide me through the trail in the woods,

To the creek, where the water glistened.

I sat for a spell and listened for the wolves, but they weren’t howling…

So I let the light from my half of the moon lead me back home.

I snatched it and pulled it down from the sky

And I laid my half of the moon on the kitchen table.

With my butter knife I spread cream cheese on a bagel.

And I pressed my half of the moon on top of it.

I climbed into bed and slept peacefully,

Knowing the breakfast treat that awaited me.

What did you do with your half of the moon?

Or....

When I came home from my walk

I noticed that my half of the moon

Was slipping away, toward the horizon...

So I thanked it... and I let it go.

What did you do with your half of a moon?