Title: On the night of the moon
by Ava | in writing, poetry
On the night of the moon,
The moon came out,
It was big and round and never had to shout,
It was as quiet as a mouse and floating in the air,
And sometimes the moon can stop and stare.
On the night of the moon,
It was all nice and bright,
It was still quiet though, no sound only light,
Now the moon is going away and morning is coming,
And now we have to wait for another night that is stunning.
I got my inspiration one day from just standing there at night and looking up at the moon. I have made this poem more of a children's poem.
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