A faint shadow, a round lantern.
A distant sphere, posing in the sky.
As Darkness covers us in her veil,
Lights out, and good night.
But, a certain child,
Wary and fearful, yet excited the same,
Throws back her covers.
Shivering, slips daintily off her mattress.
Tiptoeing towards her window,
Throws back the curtains,
And forcing the window open.
A gentle, cool, and relieving North Wind
Washes a sense of harmony over her.
Shaking her head, she thinks of the moon:
A silver plate, shining in the sky.
She thinks of her dogs, snuggled in bed.
Her parents, discoursing downstairs.
Her brother, snoring gently next door,
And the moon; her nighttime companion.
Gazing at the moon,
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