The Man In The MoonEarly in the evening, the Man in the Moon peers down kindly. His gaze settles on us as one does after a good dinner, and the chairs are set back. There are possibly drinks. He tells us stories.
In the middle of his journey, the Man in the Moon straightens. His eyes are happy, and set level, and his smile is apparent. It is a face of laughter, upon hearing a good joke.
Later in the evening, the Man in the Moon turns his head again, to the other side, to rest upon a fist perhaps. The eyes are upward now, seeking the gentle courses of days to come. The grin remains.
Good worm moon; I know not what to do with the rabbit.
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