One night the forest was all aglow,
so much so
that no one would go
to the dell in the wald
except the Man in the Moon.
.
Down he came,
his carriage aflame
with a white light
that lit the night
in the wald,
The Man in the Moon and his steeds.
.
And out of the Moon, he hopped with a grin
for here was a place he could take a lie-in
and he leaned against a tree.
.
But soon his snores
filled that forest
with such a sound
that all came around
to see what it was about.
.
The fox and the hare,
found friendship there
when no thought was near
except a wonder that filled them with awe.
.
Soon it was dawn
and the forest grew dim
with a light that outshone the Moon.
.
And waking in shock
The Man gave a start,
to find he was late
for the Sun she was up
And the Moon was still not put out.
.
So up with a cry
he sprang to the sky,
his steeds by his side,
and neary a look at his back...
.
But if he had turned,
he would surely have learned
that he left an impression
on the trees all around him
the Moon's shape is now caught in his tracks!
~ by me, Zoe
